On Wasting Away

A friend who lives in one of the other buildings in our complex told me of a notice she received. It stated that all dogs (she has a jack russel two years younger than my Micmac) must not be allowed to pee anywhere on the grounds. I guess there were complaints. Seems people like to find things to complain about. How they plan to prevent dogs from peeing is another story, but the notices were sent. There are quite a number of elderly people who live in these buildings, many of who are really super nice folk. But, there are some who spend their days looking for "trouble". In the common area in our building a gang of old ladies (yes a gang---they are getting leather jackets and billy-clubs) screamed bloody murder when a couple let their children play in the lobby. Then they yelled when a group of three Italian retirees were meeting every evening in the lobby to talk. Their complaints apparently were enough to get letters sent to the "culprits" requesting they desist their clandestine maneuvers. And what does yours truly see occurring the last few weeks? Why these same old ladies sitting in the common area chatting away. Now, would any of you please just shoot me when/if I ever reach that stage in my old age where my life is concerned with where dogs pee, kids play (as long as its a safe area) or where friends gather in a common area to discuss life. I think we could all use a little work in this area in any case. I guess when you get older and don't have work to consume so much of your energy you pretty much have time to master the concept of inventing complaints to get emotional about. So, don't worry about who sleeps with who, who eats hotdogs, what your room-mate is wearing or that guy at the office who scratches his crotch a little too often. Just take care of your own crap. Spend a little more time figuring out who you are. What you want to be when you grow up.