Almost in the saddle
crucialbunny . The work that has been going on around the complex was supposed to be over, this week. Every A/C in the place is having new condensation drainage installed and some sort or other pump. Since it would be some gawdafwul work to use the existing drain pipes, new copper pipes are being run on the outside of the building. We are, essentially, a big Faraday cage. We have a steady flow of homeless, nuts-o's, recyclers, transients, and vandals. They're mostly harmless save the odd, worthless punk who tags. I'm giving it mid November before someone has at least attempted to remove the pipes in exchange for a 4-Loco.
Since the external pipe work was not expected, much of the painting has been put on hold. Every day, now, I don't know if someone is going to come into my apartment or pull a man-lift up to my balcony for pump, pipe, or paint. I've had to leave my plants in my tent for a few days because I was told someone was coming in. I can only get my plants outside if I dab myself into believing I won't get invaded. I'd like to be in 1-gallons within a week. With all this other shite, it's real iffy.
My foot is in the saddle but I ain't mounted. Can't stand for fear of death to ride a horse, anyhow. Beautiful creatures but I'd rather wrangle an ostrich for a run in the country!