- December 20, 2024
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I covered my first homeowner's association meeting this week, and the topics of debate were right up my alley.
BY EMILY BLACKWOOD | STAFF WRITER
I've about run out of excuses why I haven't attempted to make a social circle in Ormond Beach.
My house in unpacked; I'm over my breakup; and my dog has been well-fed. All checks. Still, though, most nights I find myself either at home or making my way back to my old social circle for some familiar drama.
Man, do I miss the drama.
That's probably the worst thing about moving to a new place. It's not finding a decent Starbucks or cheap yoga classes, it's the lack of some good ole gossip. Now I know if you have what is called a "good moral code" you won't talk trash. But I believe the opposite. Gossip is what brings people together. Knowing all the same secrets about all the same people is the basis of a beautiful friendship.
No, I haven't actually started my friend-seeking journey just yet. But I did get a good dose of excitement this past week in a very unexpected place.
I was covering a meeting of The Trails Homeowner's Association meeting where I assumed the conversation would stick to mundane things, like pool maintenance and the correct height of shrubbery. But things took an interesting turn when a woman named Erin was brought in to show the board some options for new pool patio furniture.
The room that was once quiet except for a few clicking pens was suddenly filled with such passion and intrigue that I have, to that day, never seen displayed over a folding chairs. Sparks flew on what correct shade of beige the residents would prefer or how many lime green umbrellas they could afford. I sat in awe as each board member delivered their speech on the purpose of this design and what it represented in their community.
It was the first time I heard a man use the word "pizzazz."
Board members tested levels of comfort by reenacting sunbathing poses and, when a color option was brought up that had no visible sample, they got creative by using people's clothes to match color schemes.
Their debate lasted about an hour, one glorious hour with no real decision made. Though the cross-strap chairs were definitely out of the question, there were still more options the board wanted to see, and understandably. Best not to leave any stones unturned in cases of clashing poolside decor sensibility.
Maybe it wasn't the type of drama I was used to discussing with my girlfriends, but hey, it was something. Association members left with the hope that an agreement could be reached next week. And me? I hoped I'd remember my popcorn and soda next time.
I mean, what's drama without a little sweet and salty refreshment?
