MY PLANE HAS BEEN SHOT DOWN

as most of you know, aohell is closing j-land.  4 years of my life, as well as years and years of my internet friends' lives going down the toilet.  it was bad enough that aohell ate about half of my entries the first time around.......now they want to eat the rest.  and they claim the transition to another blog site will be easy........sorry, EASY and AOL in the same sentence denotes an oxymoron.  (emphasis on the moron)

i had already typed up a lengthy entry a couple of days ago while i had wifi service and as soon as i pushed the button to save........my wifi vanished.  but since learning the near death of j-land, i have decided not to enter that entry.  i also added a tribute to the wonderful actor and charitable contributor, paul newman, but am choosing not to put that in as well.  i will be spending most of my online time trying to save the 4 private journals i have while i await instructions on the "EASY" transition of my public journal.  i guess that means i will have to purchase additional flashdrives to hold all the stuff.  thanks aohell!!

work is same ole same ole.  everyone at everyone elses throats.  i have to go in early tomorrow (wednesday) because we are short handed.  it will be a full extra hour of pay, but here i sit at 1:50 am when i have to get up at 7:30 am.  oh well, i am off on thursday.  i will sleep in then.

gas shortages are not as horrifying here as they are in atlanta, but gas is still scarce.  if you pass a station on the way to work that HAS gas, there is no guarantee they will have any when you head home.  in fact, they usually DON'T have any in the afternoons.  you use up 2 gallons and fumes looking for somewhere to purchase 2 gallons.  no win situation.

not sure how i feel about the aig bail out either.  if we don't do it, where will the economy be in 5 years?  if we do bail them out, the taxpayer is paying for it, more than once.  but will it better our future?  i am too old to think about all this crap.  i want to retire on a lake or beach and be a happy old woman. 

i guess i better head for the bed.  7:30 am will come really early!!

oh, and to all my j-land friends, please, keep in touch some way or another.  i will more than likely transition to wherever aol goes.  but i am also going to yahoo 360.  i am going to weigh all my options and go with the best, but still want to keep in touch with all my dear friends out there.  so keep my email addy and stay in touch wherever you go to blog.

LOVE YA'LL!!

I found this quote in an email and thought it was so amazingly true, I wanted to share it with my friends in J-Land.

WE ARE NOT HUMAN BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE.  WE ARE SPIRITUAL BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY HUMAN EXPERIENCE.

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I also received this in another email.  Please open and enjoy.  Not only are the quotes inspiring, the photos are amazing.

Finding Joy Movie

JUST STAY

Just Stay

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside. 'Your son is here,' she said to the old man in the bed.  She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.  Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent.  He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement. The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed.  All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.

He refused.  Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.  Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying old man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night. Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.  While she did what she had to do, he waited.  Finally, she returned.  She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her. 'Who was that man?' he asked.

The nurse was startled, 'He was your father,' she answered.

'No, he wasn't,' the Marine replied. 'I never saw him before in my life' 'Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him? 

 

''I knew right away there had been a mistake.  But I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here.  When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed.’

 

The next time someone needs you .. Just be there. Stay.

AN ENTRY WRITTEN 24 HOURS AGO

Finally, cooler weather.  It is about 64 degrees here in my town at 12:11 am, Thursday.  I just changed my air conditioner from cool to fan only, for the first time in 3-1/2 months.  The days are going to be in the low to mid 70’s, so that will be nice, too.  But I don’t look forward to cold weather.  I hate having to put on warm clothes and a jacket every time I need to go outside the house.  But that is one of the quirks of living in Georgia.

 

Since I was off work on Monday, I went to pay my rent/utility bill.  The landlord wasn’t in, nor was his secretary, so I left it with one of the front office receptionists, along with a note telling the landlord I didn’t want further inspections, as I felt they were invasive of my privacy, and to satisfy his need to know if I had “cleaned the piles of materials” from the bedroom, I had taken numerous pictures and printed them out on plain paper for his perusal.  I feel that should suffice.  I have half expected him to come by the house and leave me a nasty note.  He has become such a bully.  I have known him for many years, even having gone to church with him years ago.  He used to be such a nice man, full of good spiritedness and integrity.  He has become a totally different person.  I feel it is his many years of service as mayor of our little town.  Either that or he is becoming senile.  Or maybe both.  Sigh…

 

After he had left me the note that there were numerous cats in the neighborhood, I stopped seeing any of the wild kitties around the house.  I figured he had called the pound to pick them up.  I stopped putting food out since it wasn’t being eaten and ants and bugs were getting into it.  Then, Monday, as I went out to run errands, Gray was sitting in the driveway looking at me getting into the car.  She looked rather good, so I am assuming she is either preggers again, or has been eating somewhere else.  I fed her later in the day when I got home.  It appears both of her previous kittens are deceased.  I really hate it, too.  I am sure I am the reason for the demise of the beige one, but I don’t know what happened to the black one.  They were both rather fuzzy like their daddy (Blacky).

 

Since I cleaned the large pile of craft items out of the bedroom floor, my kitty has been having a ball playing with her toys.  She has a toy tub that has no lid, and even though I have taken out 3 of her favorites to play with, she sits over the tub, staring down into it like she is expecting another favorite to pop out for her.  She runs across the floor chasing her Rat, which is her favorite of all.  She can snag her claws in it and toss it high up in the air, and then when it falls on her, she holds it with her front paws and kicks the daylights out of it with her hind paws.  Then the chase and throw begins all over.  So I guess one good thing came out of my “clean-up” attempt.

 

I worked on Tuesday, and even though I had hoped for a good day, argument and confrontation free, I had a small tiff with another co-worker.  Now I have nothing against people from the north as long as they don’t badmouth those of us from the south.  She is a true yank from Rhode Island who hates living here in Georgia.  Her children live here, so that is why she doesn’t move back.  That and the fact that her husband isn’t in the best of health for moving.

 

Having mostly clerical/managerial jobs in the past, I lean toward wanting to help the assistant director when she lets me and I have the time.  I get nothing from it other than satisfaction that I have decreased her stress levels just a little.  I have been helping her make appointments for people in need of acquiring free clothing at our store.  The auditor is coming on Thursday, Friday and Monday, so the assistant director has been busy trying to get ready for the audit.  When someone calls for clothing assistance, I check her calendar and then I inform her of what spaces are available and when she gives me the approval, I make the appointment and make sure that the client has knowledge of the date and time, as well as directions to the store.

 

Someone either called or came into the store Tuesday needing clothing assistance.  The aforementioned Northern co-worker came to ask the assistant director about making an appointment for the woman.  The assistant director immediately looked at me for help, since I had been making her appointments for her.  I spoke up as to my knowledge of the last appointment I had actually made for her, and the other co-worker shushed me.  When I kept on telling her what the last appointment I had made was, she shushed me again, lost her patience and said “Excuse me, I am NOT talking to you!”  I told her I knew as much about the appointments as the assistant director since she had been letting me make them for her.  The co-worker continued to argue with me that it wasn’t any of my business and I should stay out of it.  I went inside and she continued fussing at me.  I told her she didn’t know what she was talking about, since I had been making the appointments for the assistant director to help her out in a stressful time.  Even though she finally realized I HAD been helping, she never apologized to me, but went to the assistant director and apologized to her.  I thought it was rather comical myself. 

 

Since the auditors are coming, we all have to watch our hours at work.  Usually I get anywhere from 30-36 hours a week, even though I was only promised 29 a week.  Now I only get 29.  Hopefully things will change after they leave.  I NEED MO MONEY!!!

 

Not sure if I mentioned it in an earlier entry, but I found out lately that after I am employed for a full year, I will get a pension plan, as well as one week paid vacation per year.  Wow, a part time job with full time benefits……..how cool is that?!?!?!?  My old job would never have offered me that………they never even paid me my first raise.  I guess with the benefits I get where I am now it is worth a few confrontations/arguments.

 

Remember me telling you about selling a toy box to the wrong customer last Saturday?  Well I have one better for you……….the newest employee (the one whose elevator doesn’t reach the top floor) sold the same bookshelf 2 times within an hour.  It was an honest mistake since the bookshelves are outside and cannot be seen by the cashiers.  But someone had to have removed the SOLD sign that had been placed on the bookshelves.  The same employee said she might be the reason we were $5 over Tuesday evening.  I hate being off either way, but if I have more than the register tape says, then I am ok.

 

I was able to read and comment in a few journals when I did have wifi, so hopefully I will be able to do so again soon.

 

Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend………I have to work Friday and Saturday……

ANOTHER DAY FROM HELL

Saturday, September 13, 2008

  

We all have had days we knew were going to be bad ones from the very start.  Today was one of mine.

 

I usually start the day by asking God to help me through the day & for me to be a shining example for Him throughout my waking hours.  For some reason, I didn’t do that this morning.  I awoke groggy, wanting to roll back over & snuggle, & go back to sleep.  I should have listened to my inner voice.  (No, not THOSE voices in my head, lol)

 

Today was going to be a busy & tiring one at work because 2 of my least favorite co-workers were working with me, as well as the newest co-worker whose elevator doesn’t go all the way to the top floor.  I felt better today than I had yesterday, but still felt like a cold was coming on, or my sinusitis was in full bloom.  I wasn’t on top of my game.  For some time now I have also had short-term memory loss.  I recently watched a TV special about how when you get less than 4 hours sleep a night, you lose short-term memory.  Today I was doomed to forget everything...I only slept 3.5 hours. 

 

The first part of the day went well.  When the newest employee came in, she showed the new community service girl what to do.  I was getting along well with the 2 employees I don’t care much for.  The new employee covered for me while I went on break, which was nice, since I usually have to BEG someone to give me a break. 

 

Right before I went to lunch, things got really busy in the store.  I had a line of customers waiting to be checked out, as well as numerous voices calling to me asking me questions about this & that, not to mention kids running amuck in the store, screaming, playing & tearing up things.

 

A regular customer came up while I was checking someone out & asked me how much a wooden toy box was.  I told her it should be priced since another co-worker & I had discussed it earlier.  I went back to checking my customer out when the other woman returned & said it didn’t have a price on it.  I finished with my customer at the register & went to the back to ask a co-worker what the price was on the toy box.  She told me & I went back to tell the customer.  Now this is where my memory gets mushy.  I vaguely remember the customer saying “OK, I will get it then, but I am not done shopping.”  Usually, we tell the customer if they want to avoid someone else attempting to purchase the item they want, go ahead & purchase it right then, & we can either place a sold sign on it, or we can have it taken out to their vehicle.  Well, for some reason, I didn’t say that to the customer.  I guess we “assume” that if someone is a regular customer they know the routine.  Well, once again, I made the wrong assumption.  I got busy again with a line of customers & totally forgot any conversation I had had with the toy box customer. 

 

Somewhere in the maze of people in my line, a woman came up & said she wanted to get the toy chest out front.  When she said “out front”, my mind automatically thought she meant the Little Tykes toy chest that was outside earlier in the morning.  I asked her how much it was & she said $8.99.  I rang it up, she paid, I called a guy from the back to come load it into the woman’s car & suddenly out of nowhere a voice yelled, “Where are they going with my toy box?”  I turned suddenly & saw the previous customer glaring at me.  She asked if I had just sold it to that woman.  I realized then what I had done.  Stupid me.  I told her I had forgotten she wanted it & apologized to her.  That wasn’t good enough.  She began yelling at me in front of my long line of customers, telling me that I was wrong in doing that.  I stopped what I was doing, turned to face her & told her I was terribly sorry, but there was nothing I could do but ask for her forgiveness & if another one came in I would let her have it for half price, even if I had to pay the difference.  That didn’t satisfy her.  Since she hadn’t paid for it yet, I COULDN’T give her any money back.  I couldn’t let her pick out anything in the store for free.  I just kept telling her I was sorry & to please forgive me.  She yelled she would forgive me, but it just wasn’t right.  I did her wrong.  She kept on & on about it.  I told her she obviously hadn’t forgiven me, as she was still screaming at me about it. 

 

As I finished with my customer at the register, I saw a co-worker in the aisle, excused myself from the register & went to ask her to take over for me since I was so rattled by the woman screaming at me.  I was trying to explain to her what had happened, starting by saying “IT WAS MY FAULT.”   The screaming customer followed me over to the other employee & said “Here you are talking about me & spreading it all over!”  My co-worker told the woman I was only explaining to her that I had made an error, asking her to try to rectify it with the customer.  I turned & walked off, knowing my mouth was about to get the best of me.

 

I was so angry, I went into the kitchen, grabbed a piece of ice from the freezer and slung it hard against the wall.  Fortunately, no one was injured in the assault.  Without explanation, I went outside, sat down in one of the chairs, gritting my teeth, while 5 CS guys tried to ask what was wrong.  One said I looked really angry. I nodded.  Then I saw there was a Rubbermaid tub in front of my foot, so I kicked it hard. It bounced into one of the guys.  He wasn’t hurt, but I apologized. He started laughing & said no harm done.  They begged me to tell the story, so I did.  I felt better. They all started telling stories about where they worked.  I went back inside to sit a couple more minutes, hoping the other co-worker had diffused the situation & the customer was gone.  Another co-worker told me I needed to go up front & help out since there was a long line.  I went, slowly, making sure the customer was gone. Then I noticed the girl who was going to relieve me for lunch was back from her break & working the register.  I asked what happened with the customer & was told the woman left mad, saying she would never come back again.  Good riddance.  I got my purse & went to lunch.  I hadn’t planned on eating out, but needed comfort food.  Fried chicken, here I come.

 

The rest of the day went well for me. The co-worker who had diffused the situation locked her keys in the building when we closed for the day & couldn’t get into her van, her house, or even the building to retrieve her keys.  She calmly asked me for my key.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!  I don’t have a set of keys, lol.  I never got a set because I am never scheduled to open.  I am the only one who lives close, so it would take anyone at least 45 minutes to get there to let her in.  She called the director……voicemail.  She called another co-worker…….answering machine.  Then she called her son, who lives 5 miles away, asking him to bring a spare key for her van.  He didn’t have one……lol.  But he came & picked her up to take her home.  We all have our forgetful moments…..

 

I was so stressed out by the time I did get home I was ready to sit down at my puter and put this entry in my journal.  No such luck.  No wifi signal.  I had one all night last night, but I had to go to bed and get up early for work today.  Sigh………………..

 

I am going to close now.  Hope everyone is well and happy and life is treating you with love and respect.

MORE HOUSEMATE STUFF AND PICS

Well, here I am again.  I wanted to tell about my crazy neighbor downstairs.  As most of you know, she has rarely spoken to me since I sent her that letter telling her how angry I was that she came into my apartment while I was asleep and took eggs out of my refrigerator.  I am not saying how I know this, but I know for a fact that she is way behind on her rent, and he ISN’T charging her late fees like he did me the one time I was 2 days late.  He has told her she must pay the full amount owed (almost $1200) by September 13th.  I don’t know her financial history, but if she is that far behind, I don’t see how she is going to come up with it.  I have a customer at work that needs a decent place to live, and I would love to have her as a housemate.  But then that would be mean of me to wish that on my current housemate.  I have been where she is financially, and could very well be again, so a part of me wants the best for her.

 

I cook every night…….ok, well almost every night.  And that causes a lot of garbage and trash.  I had several big bags of garbage I needed to get down to the garbage can, which is outside my housemate’s kitchen window, right next to where she parks her car.  Sometimes I cannot even get to the can because she parks so close to it.

 

This past Tuesday evening I was taking these bags of garbage down the 25 steps in back, around her patio, and toward the can.  Her car wasn’t in the drive, so I felt lucky.  Just as I started across the drive, I noticed her car in the street, backing up into the drive.  I stopped, watched her back in, then she stopped part way in, pulling forward again.  I thought she had seen me in her rearview mirror and was pulling up to allow me over to the garbage can.  So I started back over to the can and she began backing up again, really fast, and I jumped back and stood there holding the 4 bags of garbage, while she finished parking.  When she finally stopped the car, her door was level with where I was standing and I startled her.  She said “I didn’t see you standing there!”.  I said “yep, I know……you almost backed over me.”  She repeated she didn’t see me there as I went around the front of the car and put the garbage in the can.  Her grandson was sitting in the passenger seat and he said he didn’t see me either.  I waved and smiled at him and went on around the car and back upstairs.  Never once did I hear an apology………..sheesh!!

 

I wonder what the illustrious mayor/landlord would have to say if he knew his “other” tenant was a pot-smoking, cigarette-smoking alcoholic.  I wonder if he would be so “pleased” to have her living there.  I can prove the cigarettes and alcohol for I have seen her do both.  But I have only smelled the pot, so have no real proof.  I just hope that she doesn’t burn us both up one night.

 

There has been some excitement at work as well.  We hired a new woman a month or so ago.  She is really sweet, but has no common sense or self- confidence.  She is probably in her forties, but acts like a child.  Our director didn’t want to hire her, and now I know why.  The other employees are always making remarks about her behind her back.  I tried to sit down with her one day on break and talk to her to get to know her so that I can figure out why she is the way she is.  I heard she takes some type of medication, so it might be affecting her thought processes.  She had been there at least a month and is often seen standing in the middle of the floor in the back, staring at a hanger, or a piece of clothing, and then lays it down, picks the clothing back up and asks someone a rather silly question about it.  The director had already said he was going to let her go since she can’t seem to get the hang of things.  She began training on the register this past Tuesday, and again tomorrow (Thursday).  Everyone just knew she wasn’t going to be able to handle it, and that would be a good reason to “let her go”.  I laughed at them and told them she might just fool them and do exceptionally well on the register.  The head cashier didn’t want to train her, especially if they were just going to let her go afterwards.  Well, when I came into work today (Wednesday), I asked her how she did and she said it went rather well.  I then asked the director and another employee, and they both said she did really well………well enough to relieve me on my breaks after Thursday.  Hahahahahaha……………….told them!!!!!  I really do hope she does well………..

 

The director says he will let me come to the back and work with the community service girls who work on the clothing, getting it ready to put on the sales floor.  I sort of look forward to getting a break from the register 1 or 2 days a week.  I am keeping my fingers crossed.

 

I am going to try to upload some pictures onto my flash drive to put in my entries.  Not sure how much time I will have in the library, though.  I have to do that research on tenant/landlord law.  Then I have to cash my check, meet my previous housemate at Olive Garden for lunch, stop by my old place of employment…..the craft store……to see if they have any clearance items I cannot live without, then go to a rehabilitation center in another close city to see one of our volunteers who has cellulites and is having to have rehab for many weeks (and just lost her husband to alzheimers on august 29th) and then back to pay my rent and give my landlord his pictures and letter.  I am tired just talking about it, lol.

 

I have truly missed reading journals the last few weeks, and hope all are doing well.  I am going to really try hard to catch up on reading and commenting, even if I do have to travel to the library to do so.

 

I guess I better sign off on this entry.  I have to save it to my flash drive and upload those pics and try to get in bed before 3 am.

 

Everyone have a blessed day!!!!!!!!!!!

 

this is a pic of the landlord's section of the house.......notice the "clutter" and the bags of Christmas stuff

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

these are pictures of the water damage in my spare bedroom.  eventually the ceiling will fall.........

 

 

 

this is the small bedroom on the same floor we rent.  it is full of old furniture, bedding, and just junk, all belonging to the landlord.  and he says "I" have clutter!?!?

 

 

 

 

 

yep, paying rent for a space HE is using..........doesn't seem fair, does it??

MORE DRAMA

Here I am at the library again.  I have not been able to get a wifi signal for quite some time, so am doing this entry on Word and transferring to flash drive, then to the journal.  Sigh……….

 

I have to do some research on Georgia landlord/tenant law while I am here at the library, so have to hurry and enter this.  Plus I have a ton of things to do today (Thursday) since I am off work.  But I just have to catch you up to date on the landlord and his “inspection”.

 

Originally, the landlord stated he would be back in one month to see if I had “cleared” all the “stored” items and put them into a storage unit off the premises.  Then, I got the first letter from him stating he would be back on August 28th for another inspection, instead of September 7th as he had first told me.  I made arrangements at work to be off on Thursday, the 28th, and then I get the second note.  He wouldn’t be able to do the inspection on that date, but would be back on the 29th to do the inspection.  I went to a co-worker and asked her if I could swap days with her so that I could be off on Friday for his visit.  She swapped with me.  In a way, it was a good trade, giving me Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday (Labor Day) as a long weekend. 

 

I had almost everything “cleared” in all the areas by Thursday night.  But I got up at 8 am on Friday morning to recheck everything, sweep, vacuum and spruce up everything.  It was a good thing I ate breakfast, as that was the last food I had until almost 7 pm.

 

Around 10 am I sat down to watch some TV and await the illustrious landlord.  I was hungry and tired, but mostly sleepy.  Since I do own a cat and wanted to make sure she wasn’t discovered by the landlord, I tried to stay alert and listen for his knock on the door so that I could make sure she was hidden from him before he entered.  That is one reason I didn’t dare go into the kitchen for fear he would come up while I was in there and I wouldn’t be able to warn my fat cat.

 

So………..I waited.  And waited.  And waited……………………

 

Sometime around 4 pm I couldn’t hold my eyes open any more.  I had only gotten about 2 hours sleep the night before and was tired from lifting all the heavy Rubbermaid containers into the storage closet in my apartment.  I finally HAD to lay down and take a nap.  Every few minutes my subconscious would hear something and I would awaken.  No landlord, though.

 

Around 7 pm I decided the jackarse wasn’t coming.  So I went in and made some supper, in my pajama shirt and no pants…………just hoping he would show up so that I could yell at him for showing up late and without calling first and finding me in my jammies. 

 

Well, as you have already surmised, I never saw nor heard from him on that Friday.  Nor did I see or hear from him on Saturday, Sunday or Monday.  I had to go back to work on Tuesday and when I got home there was a note on my stairway railing.  He had come that day for the inspection.  WITHOUT CALLING ME!!!!!!  He just showed up and went through the spare bedroom and the kitchen.  The note said he had had the opportunity to come do the inspection and was pleased with the results he was able tosee, but that the bedroom door was locked and he would have to contact me later about gaining access to that room for an inspection.  I FRICKIN’ DON’T THINK SO!!!!!   As far as I am concerned, there will be NO FURTHER INSPECTIONS  unless “I” have a concern I must address………like the leak in the spare bedroom he still hasn’t mentioned and/or repaired.

 

I was livid when he didn’t show up or call on that Friday, and I figured he would pull something like he did on Tuesday, doing a surprise inspection.  So I went to Lowe’s and bought a new dead bolt and installed it on my bedroom door.  And I guess my woman’s intuition was right on this time.

 

I had taken pictures of the “cleared” areas after he didn’t show up with the intent to take them and a letter, stating my ire over his failure to show or call, to his mayoral office.  But even after writing the letter, I knew I could not give it to him.  It was full of anger and might have gotten me into more trouble than I could imagine.  But it felt good to get it out of my system.

 

Another thing that I thought was rather funny……I had the rent money, in cash, waiting on him on that Friday.  He would have had the money that day had he shown up or at least called and cancelled the appointment.  I could have taken it up to his office.  Instead, with the holiday weekend, he didn’t get it until Tuesday, the 2nd, which ironically, is the day he showed up at the apartment.  I waited with baited breath for him to dare charge me a $50 late fee after he didn’t show up.  But, alas, he didn’t charge me one.

 

I have since calmed down a bit (even though the retelling of the story has got the hair on the back of my neck standing at attention) and have rewritten the note to him.  I have included the pictures I printed off the computer of the areas of concern, all having the time/date stamp on them so that he will know they are legitimate.  The note simply states that since he failed to keep the appointment he insisted on making, and I lost a day of work, I felt it was in both of our best interests to not make another appointment for an inspection, but instead I was including pictures of the areas he was concerned about.  I hope that will put an end to this nonsense……….but knowing him, and my luck, it probably won’t.

 

He also mentioned in one of his numerous notes that there were cats in the neighborhood and he didn’t allow animals in the house.  Actually, this is the very first timein the 2-1/4 years I have lived here that HE has actually stated that to me in any fashion.  I was never told by the man who I actually rented the place from that cats were not allowed.  I think that the landlord did “something” about the cats, as I have not seen any around in almost a week.  Gray was still coming around and eating, letting me pet her and even pick her up until I got that note from him.  I haven’t seen her kitten (the black/white one) in almost 2 weeks.  I think she might even be preggers again.  Sigh…………I guess he had the pound put out traps for the local cats.

 

I have lots more to tell, but not sure that one entry will do, so I will close this one and start another.

 

Bye for now……