Such a beautiful day... We did have a thunderstorm this afternoon, but even it was delightful. Since I'm sitting at Rosie's, today was a day of visits. Modesta came to clean the house, and Mark is outside working in the yard, even though it's now well into dusk. We got all of the new lease paperwork into our rental office - all 27 pages - and got over to UPS to return Beatrice's shoes, as they were too tight, even though they were a wide size... I walked Emmett and Nicodemus at noon, and put the one drop of medication into Demus' right eye. They are such good boys.
Rosie got up four times during the night and walked into Max's room, then came back into the master bedroom and walked into the bath and then the closet. Then she'd look at me and heave a big sigh... She did a good job of making me feel inconsequential this morning. But she'd just gotten used to having Max at home, and now he's gone back to the East Coast for his Broadway internship in the Big Apple. She misses her family, and I don't blame her in the least.
I received a wonderful gift in the mail Saturday - a bookmark that my friend Jack made me. It contains a huge shamrock that he grew on his porch in Archer, Florida last summer. Jack became my music teacher at Lake Forest Elementary in January 1966, when I was in Mrs. Adelaide Ford's fourth grade class. My parents soon adopted him as a son, and I suddenly had a big brother, who was Mr. Carter at school, and Jack anywhere else... Jack has always been a superb friend and has seen me through many a rough patch. I try to send him e-cards on every special occasion and holiday I can think of - especially cards that contain classical music, or church music that is new to me. And I was happy to hear from him that he has started writing music for the organ at his church again... He is one nice, loving man.
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Monday, May 19, 2014
A Beautiful Day!
I awoke to sunny skies and a temperature of 55 degrees. I fed my kits and the squirrels, cleaned litter boxes, showered and dressed. Squirrels and birds surrounded me on my morning walk to the bakery for a bagel. On the way back, I saw that all the snow has melted from the mountains here in the Front Range, while the Indian Peaks have received a new coating of snow. The view is fantastic. Today is Victoria Day in Canada, and it is also my niece Sarah's birthday. - I don't know if the family will get together to celebrate Sarah's birthday today, or not, so I'll take her card over to her parents when I walk Rosie this morning.
Nancy, who has three cats, and has been evicted for non-payment of rent, thinks she has found a place to move to. Earlier this past week, she asked me do do a background search on someone who offered to share an apartment with her - but she was astounded when she found that it would cost money to do so. I showed her the person's facebook page and several other pages he had joined, and looked him up in the Sex Offenders listings (thankfully I did not find him there). But she had reservations - he's homeless, he's here in Boulder with his last residence listed as Lyons, and he said he was an Atheist on his facebook page, but had taken his newest selfie under a cross. Apparently that didn't work out... Yesterday she informed me that an older man that's a member of her church offered her the upper story of his house, as his wife had died three years ago. He likes cats, and he said he'd charge her $500 per month, which would include her utilities. He said they'd share the entrances and the washer and dryer, but otherwise, she'd have her portion of the house to herself. Needless to say, Nancy is happy and excited.
I also had an interesting conversation with Britta last night. Britta is the owner of Boulder, the service dog, whom I had a lot of problems with. The dog still runs loose in the back yard, still chases other creatures, still poops all over (without Britta picking it up), and still barks at me when I move inside my apartment and he is loose outside. Britta was given a 30-day eviction notice on April 4. She was supposed to have been moved out by 3 May. She told me in mid-April that she had found a place that would accept her and her cat, dog, and birds. Then, two days before she was going to move in, they rejected her. She had no place to go, so she decided to sue the apartment complex and the owner for illegally evicting her. At the moment, she hopes to settle out-of-court, and told me that all she wants is for the "eviction" to be removed from her rental record. She states that since Boulder is her service dog, the management is breaking the law by evicting her because of my complaints about him. She also said she has now found another place to rent, and that while there is a hefty deposit, she believes all will be fine there - except they won't accept her with an eviction record. She laughed and shrugged and said that by the time she moved in, her suit against the apartment wouldn't be settled, so it really didn't matter... The world just seems to be getting weirder and weirder to me.
Nancy, who has three cats, and has been evicted for non-payment of rent, thinks she has found a place to move to. Earlier this past week, she asked me do do a background search on someone who offered to share an apartment with her - but she was astounded when she found that it would cost money to do so. I showed her the person's facebook page and several other pages he had joined, and looked him up in the Sex Offenders listings (thankfully I did not find him there). But she had reservations - he's homeless, he's here in Boulder with his last residence listed as Lyons, and he said he was an Atheist on his facebook page, but had taken his newest selfie under a cross. Apparently that didn't work out... Yesterday she informed me that an older man that's a member of her church offered her the upper story of his house, as his wife had died three years ago. He likes cats, and he said he'd charge her $500 per month, which would include her utilities. He said they'd share the entrances and the washer and dryer, but otherwise, she'd have her portion of the house to herself. Needless to say, Nancy is happy and excited.
I also had an interesting conversation with Britta last night. Britta is the owner of Boulder, the service dog, whom I had a lot of problems with. The dog still runs loose in the back yard, still chases other creatures, still poops all over (without Britta picking it up), and still barks at me when I move inside my apartment and he is loose outside. Britta was given a 30-day eviction notice on April 4. She was supposed to have been moved out by 3 May. She told me in mid-April that she had found a place that would accept her and her cat, dog, and birds. Then, two days before she was going to move in, they rejected her. She had no place to go, so she decided to sue the apartment complex and the owner for illegally evicting her. At the moment, she hopes to settle out-of-court, and told me that all she wants is for the "eviction" to be removed from her rental record. She states that since Boulder is her service dog, the management is breaking the law by evicting her because of my complaints about him. She also said she has now found another place to rent, and that while there is a hefty deposit, she believes all will be fine there - except they won't accept her with an eviction record. She laughed and shrugged and said that by the time she moved in, her suit against the apartment wouldn't be settled, so it really didn't matter... The world just seems to be getting weirder and weirder to me.
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