It’s obvious and it can be self-evident, but as the saying goes, no good deed goes unpunished. As most of you know, my younger daughter has been living in my rental and former home for the past three years; she does pay rent albeit at a much-reduced price. It’s a lovely small home on a large lot; the flooring, carpet and paint were updated before she moved in. However, it is only two bedrooms and one bathroom. And it’s on a very busy and noisy street. Thus, YD decided to look for a home to buy, in spite of her low paying job and inexperience with the money pit and time suck that houses are. Now she’ll be breaking her lease which the property managers aren’t happy about. I’m not sure what the penalties will be; that side of things is out of my control. Why couldn’t she wait until her lease was up to look for another place? I don’t know that having her mother as her landlord was the best option although I didn’t want my grandson(s) in an apartment.
Then my sister-in-law is pushing for her pastor’s son to move into the rental after YD and has been bugging us about when everything would be finalized, when YD will move out, and who this guy should contact. She has no clue how the process works and that closing on a house doesn’t mean that you’ll move in right away. Even with a rental, it has to be repaired, cleaned and spruced up before a new person moves in. She’s sent text after text and if I didn’t care so much about my relationship with my brother, I would blast her big time! She even had the guy contact the property managers before I had even had a chance to talk to them. I’m fine with this young man moving in but am feeling irritated and taken advantage of at the moment!
Also, I did end up dealing with YD asking about Sharky’s birthday party, “Are you sure I’m invited?” I had to smooth things over by responding that I think the party is just for classmates and grandparents, due to the guest limits set by the snake and bug expert. Why couldn’t OD tell me that they wouldn’t be inviting the usual crew? Now there are hurt feelings and I’m in the middle of it. Is it too early to go to Ireland?
Thank goodness for therapeutic walks. None today though since it’s nearly 90 degrees. I couldn’t even hold on to my steering wheel–crazy weather for May.
Speaking of nuts, Carol is trying to adopt Ian’s crib. She’s a quirky cat.
Newborn Sharky will soon turn six; he’s still a dark-haired deep thinker with a philosophical bent. Like his dad, ABD (all but dissertation) in Philosophy.
Sharky was born in the early stages of the pandemic and in New York. What a different world that was, being 2886.8 miles away from him! I hated that.
Thankfully, little brother Obro was born here, only 25 minutes away from me. Don’t you love his shirt? They were supposed to bring a plain white shirt to daycare for tie dye, but OD could only find this one. Obro is gorging himself on cream cheese/peppers/pineapple dip, a specialty of his Nana, although she won’t be here for a few weeks. Not being a fan of peppers, I should hate this concoction, but for some reason, I like it!
To perk myself up and because of the sunshine, I had my toes done, not realizing that they would match my Turkish rug. 🙂
I also got the latest Covid shot…just because I think it’s still around, even though we don’t hear much about the virus anymore. And I most certainly don’t want it!
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