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157/365 (June 6, 2010) – Tough day today.

The weather was supposed to be good, it wasn’t.

And our psychotic neighbour had a freak attack on us because her husband can’t park in a straight line and apparently we should park our vehicles (two motorcycles (OK, mine is a scooter) in one spot) differently so that she can get in and out of the passenger side more easily. In her words, our vehicles are small so we should move over to accommodate her, even though we are well within our space. We park defensively since she dented the last vehicle we parked there.

Poor Kirk was down there cleaning his bike and she freaked on him. Physically hit his bike and was screeching. He came up to get me and wondered if she;d done anything to either bike. Not the first issue with her in the building. Most residents don’t want to deal with her since she doesn’t actually know how to have a conversation. Either do what I want or I’ll start screaming at you. Doesn’t go over well with either one of us. She has no concern for personal property and flings her door open on whatever is at hand. So we resorted to a rope between the spots and pylons hanging from it to try and identify where the lines between the spots is, particularly after coming home to find them parked within three inches of our bikes one day. Sigh….People, pets, and parking. The three “P’s” of condo living. This month it’s parking.

Today was also the anniversary of a friends death by brain cancer.

So, I was looking for small things that make me smile.

This did far more than that.

Who does this to a pug?