This morning the township building department got back to me, very promptly. They're good guys, had a meeting as soon as they received my plea for help, I mean email. They assured me that I was not in error, no permit needed for capping the dryer vent, and, this is the good bit, they'll tell our HOA manager so. They've got her number!
So, Boud and Building Department 1, HOA 0.
This is a good thing for other reasons, too, because now that she knows, if the situation arises in other units, she won't panic. She is very much under legal pressure, from state and township, to keep hundreds of units in compliance, loads of issues, loads of owners, and I wouldn't want her job.
So we live to fight another day!
Today's the Feast of the Assumption of Mary, a huge day in the Catholic calendar, especially in France, where even nonbelievers mark it as a holiday.
I was living in Brittany one August, attended Mass on the fifteenth, and at the Elevation of the Host, a sacred and usually dead silent moment, I jumped a foot when there was a burst of music from Breton bagpipes!
Led by a cute ginger I had a crush on, but that's another story. I eventually married another ginger, Scottish Handsome Partner, so Breton Jean-Yves was a kind of test run, it turned out.
Misfits day, and I have plans.
Avocado oil, ready to make mayo, for a shrimp salad among other things. Tomatoes for sandwiches and that baked dish with eggs and cheese. Apples for midmorning snack. Parsley just because.
It's a small haul because the glackity woman ordering forgot bread and eggs. Already in for next week.
Meanwhile, lunch, sardines, tomatoes, miso tofu, parsley, black pepper, kosher salt, as good as it gets.
Happy day, everyone, I hope you triumph over whatever bureaucracy you're dealing with, and there's always something.
Lotus for POTUS!
