News has come to me by way of a neighbor's son. It seems our building (which houses 6 apartments) was okayed for living in, but the contractor's estimate was for the whole street and project, and that's why the Town won't let us go home. Bureacracy at its stinkiest.
What needs to happen is that the Housing folks need to get a breakdown of building by building. He is on this like John on Yoko and I'm determined to raise so much Hell that they'll do anything to shut me up.
It makes me nuts that nobody of position will tell us what's the issue until they have to, and leave you in friggin limbo the whole rest of the time. Or as we say, "They keep us like mushrooms, in the dark and covered with shit."
Time for a Mushroom Rebellion.
MYSTERIOUS GARDEN
10 months ago
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Good Lord.....this is like that old rhyme/saying "for want of a nail the shoe was lost".
This is like the neverending story, but you are the little engine that could.
Lawless- for want of a horse the rider was lost, for want of he rider the battle was lost.. Seems to be life in these US of A is like those Chinese puzzles we had as kids. It sat in a frame with bits you moved around til they were all in place. But every time you moved the whole thing changed.
Arleen- Thanks for the boosts along the way! Guess that stubborn streak was a good thing to keep.
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