Wicked Labor Day

Well, I was going to blog about what a great weekend we had, and it was. We finally took our recently purchased, used travel trailer out for a test run. We drove up to Mingus Mountain for Labor day weekend, and it was great! There was a fly-out for the local hangliding/paragliding group, and we watched about 20 people launch. It was so cool, the paragliders set out their parachutes very carefully, then with a deft flick of the hand, up pops the chute, a few hops and they are airborn. I got some good pictures of them in the air, and got some good take-off pictures of some of the handgliders. Their take-off is different; several men help them set up on the launch pad, and help hold the fixed-wing craft until the wind is right for take off. Then they literally run off the edge of a cliff, the glider swoops down until it catches enough air to lift it up into the wind current. I like the idea of a few jumps and the parachute lifting up into the air, not the down-drop of the handglider/hanglider. I'm not sure which is the right spelling. Anyhow, it was really cool to watch.

We had a really nice and relaxing weekend, which was good, because today started the crazy. A crew came in today to tear down the ceiling of our front room. The decorative panels on the ceiling had started falling down, the beams were literally dropping off the wall, and it has to be fixed. The contractor tore down the ceiling to the plywood, now we have to wait until the drywall hangers can come in to do their thing. I hope it's sometime this week!

Our renter next door moved out over the weekend, and when we went over today we found a huge mess! Since she couldn't pay August's rent she asked us to use her deposit, which only covered part of it. I guess she decided that since she wouldn't get her deposit back she didn't have to clean it, and left all the furniture she didn't want there for us to dispose of. She also left the family room full of dog hair- really, 3-5 inches high of black dog hair was drifting all over the room. The kitchen is filthy, her son's room hadn't been packed at all, he still had dirty clothes on the floor, his bed unmade and dirty towels on the bathroom floor. The hardest part for me is that we had been paying her gas bill for the past year, as well as the water, sewer and trash. We've tried to help her as much as we could over the past several years and she's mad that we didn't do more. I admit it, my feelings are hurt. It's tempting to say that the more you do for people the more they expect. Now we have to spend this week cleaning up the mess before we can get it ready to rent again. It's not a fancy place, but it's a nice home and I'm ticked off! Anyhow, I'm glad we had a nice quiet weekend, because the next few weeks are going to be a lot of work, and crazy, noisy and dusty at our house. sigh...