“Bumping my happy” is a great little expression I picked up a few years back, and Lord knows, I don’t even know where I saw it. Someone on a blog somewhere, I think. It’s an expression that describes, really well, being made less happy in a life that’s pretty blessed otherwise.
And that’s exactly what’s about to happen to me.
So far this week, I’ve got to cover the ATR desk and I have to admit, even though Monday was a little busy, it’s been a fairly nice experience. I was also reminded the parking lot in our complex is due for a resurfacing. Today, when I walked out of my door, cars lined both the street and packed our section of parking stalls, which normally would be mostly empty.
The parking lot for the buildings across the street is closed for the time being. That section of the lot is being resurfaced this week, apparently, and starting on Wednesday seemed like a good idea to them. So last night, or early this morning, a lot of people moved their cars into parking spaces in our section of the lot, or onto the street.
This means when I get home tonight I won’t be able to park in my usual parking space, which is just outside my door. I try to leave the space next to it for our neighbors, who have the door less than two feet to the right of ours as you walk outside. But no one is going to give us that courtesy during this renovation of the lot. So when I get home, I’m going to have to walk from wherever I can park – probably on the street – to our house with my computer and lunch carrier over my shoulder.
Boo hoo, you say, you’re a wuss. Cry me a river because you’re inconvenienced. And you’d be right, if you ignored the fact I have a broken spine. That break has allowed one vertebra to slip forward over the one below, which then pinches the spinal column. At last check in 2012, it had shifted 40%. That pressure on my spinal cord means numbness in my extremities, particularly the left side, and pain in my lower back and left leg.
Walking’s not a lot of fun.
So this is going to bump my happy for sure. I’m trying, even now, to brace for facing this crap for the next two or three weeks. Most of the parking lot only needs to be resurfaced, but after that, will need re-striping. And that’s going to cause longer delays. So I have no idea when I’ll be able to get my parking space back.
Technically, it’s not “my” parking space. We don’t have assigned parking, if you’re wondering. I just haven’t had to compete with anyone for it in a while. Our last, jacka$$ neighbors didn’t respect the arrangement we’ve had with every other resident, and our current neighbor (who moved in just over a year ago, I think) has a daughter who didn’t for a while. (She’s gotten better; I think I finally complained about it loud enough they heard me through the walls and spoke to her.)
Most of our neighbors seem to have more cars than we do, too. (We have one, so that’s not that hard to do.) So they take up a lot of spaces right in front of the building and don’t seem to give a hoot about courtesy for others. But maybe I’m being a jerk by demanding consideration in the first place.
And of course, none of this is an issue if we just get a single-residence home. Easier said than done after the trail we’ve trod.
But, the ATR desk just went bonkers, so now I’ll be busy for a while. Yesterday was quiet, and that’s more than I should have hoped for. Today looks to make up for it.
See you when I can!