On my way to work this morning, I saw a guy riding a motorcycle while wearing flip-flops.
So, I’ve been tossing around the idea of moving, and am getting more and more serious about it. My crazy landlady is about to shred my last nerve. There are a couple of things that have needed fixing since I moved in, and a couple more that have needed fixing for about 2-3 years. I keep reminding her about them, every time I talk to her, but she either goes on tangents about things that do not need fixing or she makes appointments to come check out the problems, then blows them off. I’m fed up. So, I talked to her last week and made an appointment for her to come out and look at the things I’m concerned about, on Saturday. Saturday came and went and, unsurprisingly, I didn’t see or hear from her. Hrmph.
To make things even more irritating, when I talked to her last week, she told me she’d moved out of her old house (she and her partner are splitting up). She gave me her new address and phone number, but told me not to give them to him. Apparently, she’s moved out on the sly, without telling him. She also told me that she’s worried that I’ll get screwed over if he gets the property I’m living on. M’kay. She told me I should sign a long-term lease (5-6 years!), to protect myself, and that she wouldn’t hold me to it. I Don’t Think So. If the property is, in fact, hers (I was led to believe it was, but I don’t know which of them actually owns it), then I can’t imagine it would be handed over to him. If it did get handed over to him, then any lease I’d signed with her would be void. Leases in Indiana are not transferable. She knows this, or she ought to: she’s a real estate agent. So, I can’t figure out what sort of scheme she’s trying to wangle, but clearly something is up. Whatever she’s cooking up, I don’t want any part of it.
I had been looking at places near where I’m living. I like being out in the country. I hate the lack of amenities, though–cable teevee, phone lines that don’t crackle, and broadband (!). I’m about 80/20 in favor of moving to Bloomington, so that I can actually pretend that I’m living in the 21st century.
red paper boat 