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Sometimes It Happens Long day today. Around 4:00 in the afternoon I was wondering why I was so tired and my face and teeth were aching. This is supposed to get better as the days wear on, yet I was dragging my ass and my coworkers were kind of peeking over their fingers wondering how I was doing. Evidently I looked the way I felt. Packing to go, I noticed I hadn't taken my pain pill at noon. Ah. No pill, teeth ache. Perhaps there was a correlation. Clear thinking is evidently more fragile than I thought, not that clear thinking, in retrospect, has ever been real high on my list of priorities. (Do I really mean that? Yeah, I might, but I'll leave it for another day and another journal. Sounds more than a little stupid.) Thomas, my upstairs neighbor, came down to say he'd talked with whatever local agency provides information on renter's rights and learned our new landlord isn't allowed to raise our rents, not until a year has passed since the last rent increase we received under the old owners in November. Even then, after that one year period, he's limited to a maximum annual increase of 9%.
That's not going to make for a happy landlord. I admit to not liking the man
Still, there's no free lunch in this. The guy is going to be living between us and the street. I'm going to have to pass him every now and then. He's not going to be happy with us, we're not going to be happy with him. He's bought this house, he's paying the mortgage and here he's saddled with a bunch of low life renters, a kind of human termite infestation he's not allowed to fumigate and dump out onto the compost heap in his back yard. Disconcerting. I can feel his pain. Maybe I'll stick around a little longer and feel his pain through November. Maybe next time he buys a couple of houses he'll do his homework. And hire thugs. Well, best we end this here. I need to go to bed. This is the first day of the fifth week since the operation and in two more days they remove all the hardware from my choppers. Choppers? I'm too tired to rewrite. Sometimes it happens. |
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very much. Nothing too extreme, just a feeling I'd rather not know this
guy, that I'd rather not spend a whisper of the psychic energy it would
take to carry on even a short conversation, so when it became clear to
me in talking that I was going to have to move, well, so be it. It was
time, I'd move. Still, the thought we could stay without a rent increase
until next November and even then not face more than a 9% increase is kind
of, um, tempting, maybe even satisfying. I could, if I wanted,
take my time. Recover properly from this operation on my mouth, relax and
shoot some pictures before I had to even think about moving.