I had to make a call on the tenants of the bunny ghetto this afternoon. I had received some complaints from tenants A and D about water leaks. With the strong Texas rains having just arrived this spring, it seems that tenant A had water coming in on all sides. Tenant D faired better, but not by much.
I decided the best option was to tear down the ghetto and reconstruct it. Bricks, a pallet, pieces of 2x4...the tenants are feeling the effects of a downed economy. I feel sorry for them but for what they produce it's all they can afford.
The bunny ghetto now looks like, well, a ghetto...but at least the tenants are up off the ground and the visqueen is wrapped more securely.
The ghetto backs up to a gated upscale neighborhood, (which after this afternoon I think should be called Remington Park), with homes constructed by a well known local architect and engineer. I needed access to the backside of the ghetto in order to tuck in the visqueen, and so I went through the main entrance. Remington Park residents were waddling around their beloved suburb enjoying the various neighborhood attractions. No welcome commitee showed up however.
Now, I didn't don my best duds for today's project knowing what I was up for, but I would have figured it was pretty apparent I was not a resident of the bunny ghetto, nor was I up to any shinanigans worthy of such disapproval. I went to tucking in the visqueen with one eye on those now loitering near by. It didn't take long and I turned to go.
I hadn't taken one step when I was confronted by the block association's president. He was not interested in talking in terms I appreciated. In fact, his attact was more than unfriendly with intent to do harm. I was thankful that I was wearing my tall snake boots and gave him one death defying foot to the chest. Wouldn't you know it, our rooster can fly in reverse.
It's unfortunate. We had much vision for the bird. But it is not always that namesakes fullfill their destiny. We have revoked the name Samual Adams and replaced it with Rooster Cogburn.