I’m down in the dumps. I have nothing kind, good or funny to say today. If you don’t want to read me whine, feel free to click away. I don’t blame you.
Part of it is due to the weather. We are in the middle of a “pineapple express”. a storm that comes out of Hawaii, and brings warm winds and torrential rains. Half the state is in a flood watch. We got about three inches of rain just yesterday. It was pouring. This tends to bring out the arthritis in my knees.
Part of it was coming home to find that the promised help didn’t materialize. The Boyo got me over here, but then had to go to work. And I was told industrial cleaners were coming. So I waited and waited. No cleaners, no help, until I went downstairs and got the assistant property manager to help me get the boxes of books out of the bathroom, so I could pee. Then he left. The Boyo came back and helped in the evening, but by that time, I was exhausted and in a lot of pain. About all I could do was sit in my chair with my legs elevated, with ice packs on my knees, and wait for the Vicodin to kick in. I got the bathroom and kitchen cleaned up, and cleared off the bed, but I still have piles and piles of boxes to unpack.
Today I found out that I’d been reported to have dog urine and feces in a closet in my apartment. Excuse me? that closet was so full of junk my dog couldn’t have gotten in there. And I think I would have detected it. OK, my apartment is about knee-deep in dirt and dog hair, but I’m usually on top of the biologicals. So what was it? I think it may have been a sack of dessicated potatoes. And getting caught in bed with someone who is not on my lease is problematic, too. There are some really onerous rules when you live in public housing, and whether or not they choose to enforce them depends. But since I’m in the doghouse anyway…They’d better give me as many chances and appeals as the drug dealer next door got before they finally got rid of him.
And my check will have evaporated as soon as I buy some food and dog food. As usual. I’d go get drunk, but I can’t afford it. And the time change also exacerbates whatever tendency I have toward winter depression. It will take a couple of weeks to adjust.
And then there is the windows. The lovely, much
anticipated windows. Truly, they are nice, don’t leak (in my apartment, although there are other people having problems.) But I don’t get to enjoy them because the window treatment they’ve issued for the present sucks. We are supposed to get new blinds, but when? We waited five years for the windows. I fear this will persist into the new year. Just what I need, a dark apartment made darker. I’m also not impressed to find out that they put tinted windows in. If they had asked the residents we could have told them that although the windows on this side of the building face southwest, the angle is such that we get solar gain in the winter, not the summer. But then , we are just poor people, we don’t get any input.