Anthony and I debated the issue. I didn't think it was affordable to move right now. He was kind enough to listen to the rustle of the tumbleweeds blowing through my empty wallet. We're staying one more year.
I didn't want to tell Anthony this, but the real reason I want to stay is that I get a great deal of enjoyment out of making fun of the place on this blog. Who am I to deny myself a little pleasure?
The complex is an endless source of material to write jokes about. For example...
|Here's what it looked like when they shut off the sprinklers and the grass died.|