Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Monday, March 3, 2008
CrazyMeanLandlord, the Musical!
A wise man once said that the Most High has the power to add through subtraction.
Current circumstances will test that principle at it's limits.
Crazy Mean Landlord has finally pulled her last stunt with us.
Last week, she entered our home without warning and without announcing herself, catching Simon and I in a rare romantic situation. We were shocked and alarmed when we heard footsteps just outside our open bedroom door. For a moment we thought we were being burglarized. But at ten in the morning, we realized that our unwelcome "visitor" was probably someone we knew, most likely, my sister, just dropping by to see the girls.
So we began yelling warnings and commands to leave and give us a moment to collect ourselves. To no avail, not only did the footsteps get closer, but more joined them. Then, even as we were shouting, "Please Leave Our House!" murmurs of male voices became discernible, and the whole party made its way into the living room.
We were stunned! How could this be happening? A whole group of unwelcome people parading through our home, even as we protest their presence---unthinkable!
Then we reminded ourselves of the character of the person who was now leading this major violation of our privacy. This type of trespass is exactly the type of thing that makes her tick.
So, long story short: following a confrontation, where she gave a group of maintanence men full authorization to enter my home whenever they choose, I indicted her for violating our privacy. She informed me, with an evil laugh, that She would not be re-newing our lease. "You're outta here! You ARE OUTTA HERE!" she cackled.
So we have 30 days to find a new home.
We are taking all of this in stride. We are not surprised by this end to our living situation, although we do resent the callousness of the minimal time she has allowed us to vacate.
We started looking on craigslist immediately for a new place to live. We responded to two ads that seemed great, only to find out later that they were common scams.
Undeterred, we are resolved to come through all of this better than we are today.
We have an appointment to look at a house this afternoon.
It is just down the street and in the same neighborhood. The landlord there seems nice, so things are looking up already.
Simon has been writing songs about the whole ordeal. Maybe we'll stage a production of our experiences as part of our house warming festivites next month.
Current circumstances will test that principle at it's limits.
Crazy Mean Landlord has finally pulled her last stunt with us.
Last week, she entered our home without warning and without announcing herself, catching Simon and I in a rare romantic situation. We were shocked and alarmed when we heard footsteps just outside our open bedroom door. For a moment we thought we were being burglarized. But at ten in the morning, we realized that our unwelcome "visitor" was probably someone we knew, most likely, my sister, just dropping by to see the girls.
So we began yelling warnings and commands to leave and give us a moment to collect ourselves. To no avail, not only did the footsteps get closer, but more joined them. Then, even as we were shouting, "Please Leave Our House!" murmurs of male voices became discernible, and the whole party made its way into the living room.
We were stunned! How could this be happening? A whole group of unwelcome people parading through our home, even as we protest their presence---unthinkable!
Then we reminded ourselves of the character of the person who was now leading this major violation of our privacy. This type of trespass is exactly the type of thing that makes her tick.
So, long story short: following a confrontation, where she gave a group of maintanence men full authorization to enter my home whenever they choose, I indicted her for violating our privacy. She informed me, with an evil laugh, that She would not be re-newing our lease. "You're outta here! You ARE OUTTA HERE!" she cackled.
So we have 30 days to find a new home.
We are taking all of this in stride. We are not surprised by this end to our living situation, although we do resent the callousness of the minimal time she has allowed us to vacate.
We started looking on craigslist immediately for a new place to live. We responded to two ads that seemed great, only to find out later that they were common scams.
Undeterred, we are resolved to come through all of this better than we are today.
We have an appointment to look at a house this afternoon.
It is just down the street and in the same neighborhood. The landlord there seems nice, so things are looking up already.
Simon has been writing songs about the whole ordeal. Maybe we'll stage a production of our experiences as part of our house warming festivites next month.
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