Up to get busy with the usual: packing & cleaning. First of course, I had breakfast: chicken
tortilla soup with the tortilla (trying to stay paleo-ish), but then I got
busy. Again. For the 48th year on a row. I swear I have been moving forever and the moving
hasn’t even started yet. I’ve also
determined I have far too much stuff for someone who doesn’t like having
stuff. I’m a maximinimalist.
At 10 on the dot, my friend came by to look at the size of
everything and give me a quote: $800. I
almost fell down, but smiled instead and said, thanks so much!
At 11ish – I saw him pull up in his truck (he hadn’t given me a 24 hour notice) and started power washing the house.
I get that it’s his house, but I fucking paid rent for this month. I continued doing what I had been doing,
after slamming the door shut (immature, I know, but I was pissed). Then, after lunch (chili soup paleo-style), I walked outside and there he
was, painting the front of the house.
After a small conversation we got to the nitty-gritty. I asked him about the propane, he said he
would add that in to everything else, minus anything I owed. I asked about “minimal wear and tear” and he
mentioned the hole in the carper from Ethan’s hamster. When I said it was caused by a rodent, he
said, “Come on! Don’t give me that –
that wasn’t caused by a rodent, they don’t do that.” and turned his back on me. “Are you calling me a liar?” I asked, “Because that was done by my sons
hamster.” yet he continued on about the dogs, sying he knew one of them had done it.
It was horrible and my anger level continued to rise. He started saying something else, but I said,
“I don’t want to hear it. I don’t care
to talk with someone who accuses me of lying.” As I walked away, he said “Whatever.” THAT is how my day has gone with the landlord. I am DONE.
I went to work, even though I had no appointments until
later, but I sure as hell didn’t want to stay at home. I spoke with some people at work who offered
to help me move things from the storage shed on Monday the 30. This way it’ll keep costs down a little bit,
hopefully. Still, my heartbeat was still
at a rapid pace from the conversation I had with my landlord. I am somewhat proud of being able to stand up
to him, but angry. Angry that this guy
has a house so full of holes that mice and rats could simply walk in without
issue until I patched the holes with
concrete! They are still getting in
easily, though I don’t know from where.
I have patched all the holes I could find with steel wool, but it makes
no difference. 1 mouse and 4 wood rats
last week. There’s another rodent of
some sort in here as I saw the tortilla packet this afternoon with a lovely
hole chewed out. Tonight, after I moved the bookcase from the kitchen, I noticed tons of feces and dried urine. Fan-frickin-tastic. Hantavirus awaits. I am DYING to show him the pics I have,
but I think I’ll wait til I’m gone.
At work I was able to learn so much from Janette in terms of
systems and trackers. I made many phone
calls and got some paperwork done, and then…nothing. My client didn’t show. So I picked up a Chipotle gift card for our
trash collector, who is amazing and gets our bin, anyway, even if I’ve forgotten
to put it out. I will miss him. He is one of those people who took care of me
in his own way, and that makes me feel nice….
I miss that.
Picture: A lovely sunset as I check out the spreadsheet.
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