BoD...

Not talking about my physique - I went to the monthly Board of Directors meeting this morning.

There was a presentation by a CPA from the accounting firm that did our yearly audit.  A lot of talking to say that we are at about the same financial position as last year.

Then, owners were allowed to voice concerns or ask questions.  There was a brief discussion about the shit show that renters turn our island into during the summer.  And, how difficult to enforce the rules, then make any fines stick.  It's a bit like the parent that continually says, "Stop doing that!" but does nothing to the misbehaving kid.  The kid learns that there is no consequence.

When it came time for the board person responsible for security to give a report, he asked that it be tabled until next month.  Two more months of that and summer is over... then the issue goes away.  Yes, life in our little village is like politics everywhere.

Remember me telling about the lightning strike that sent Rufus straight up?  Lightning hit our security gate and fried the computers that run our security gates.  That leaves no one to be able to do a security patrol of the village, if one security person has to constantly be at the gate.  The folks in control of that are "looking into" adding more security.  In the meantime, the resort manager asked that people refrain from calling security unless it is "an actual emergency."

Most of the board members who are committee chairpersons had "no report" for their various responsibilities.  It reminds me of a long ago comedy bit by Freddie Prinze: "Not my job!"

The meeting was held in our Event Center, with chairs set up for owners with 6' spacing...

Not much accomplished.