Richland HOA Newsletter

   The Pool Is Open…Probably Warm…Possibly Blessed 🏊‍♂️🧛‍♂️🌞 Hello Richland!  Ah, almost June. You know what that means.   The school year comes skidding to a halt, backpacks are launched into closets like they owe someone money, lunchboxes are discovered in conditions best described as “federal investigation pending,” and children everywhere begin their annual transformation from students into full-time snack goblins. The buses are gone. The homework folders have vanished. The alarm clocks have been silenced. Across Richland, parents are bravely entering summer armed with sunscreen, "mommy cups", pool towels, and the haunted knowledge that someone will ask for a snack approximately every seven minutes until August. And of course, the ancient summer question has returned: “Can we go to the pool?” Yes, Richland. The pool is open! 🏊‍♀️  It has been since mid-April! Well, open and mostly usable. Definitely usable. Probably warm enough to be usable. And the...

Season's Greetings, Richland!  “The Great Inflatable War of 2024" As we head into another holiday season, it’s a good time to remind everyone to properly anchor their inflatables so we don’t repeat last year’s fiasco. For our new neighbors, as you begin dragging extension cords across your yards before your spouses notice, we'll recount one of the most infamous episodes in our neighborhood’s recent history. That’s right, I’m talking about the “Great Inflatable War of 2024”—a conflict waged bravely, boldly, and somewhat unwisely by two residents whose identities we shall protect… so for the sake of the story, let’s just call them Ricky and Kermit.   Ricky, as usual, put out his 6-foot inflatable Santa. Nothing flashy. Just Santa, standing there in all his glory.  Kermit, never one to decorate, for some odd reason, responded with an 8-foot Frosty, cheerful, LED-enhanced, and clearly meant to send a message. One inflatable became two. Two became three. Ricky put up ...

🎃 The Most Wonderful Time of the Year! It’s that magical time of year again, Richland… the leaves are turning, the skeletons are migrating from garage bins to front porches, and the HOA inbox is filling up with ARC requests for 12-foot clowns and animatronic zombie babies. Husbands are arguing with the budget committee for a seasonal increase (something about tariffs and fog machines), and one neighbor keeps asking to put a mourning shroud on the clubhouse. (You know who you are.) But before we carve pumpkins or summon fog, we must speak of something truly terrifying... The Annual HOA Meeting. Yes, it's happening. And yes, it's required by the bylaws. So dust off your cloaks and your voting rights, because the veil between the living and the board is thinning. You don’t think the Annual Meeting is important? Well, let me tell you a story about Old Mrs. Juno . She thought the same thing... Many years ago—sometime in the late 1900s when fax machines roamed th...