The town where my mother lives is close to being eaten' up by fire. I grew up one-half hour from the mountain (and never learned to ski!).
The camcorder piccy shows the smoke over the town. I don't know how big the mountain is but the whole face of it is on fire, and it is at the edge of town in some areas. Smoke is extending 30-45 miles out of town, travelers are warned of limited visibility.
I suppose I shall saunter over there this weekend, if I can get there. Don't know how long I will stay if it is hard to breathe. I'm not sure asthma is an accepted illness in my mother's world. I offered to go get her and help her get all the doggies to boarding and bring her over to somewhat fresher air, boarding for doggies because landlord won't allow dogs. Apartment can't hold three 100 pound plus dogs and one slightly smaller one anyway. She won't leave. Kinda like the people on the Gulf Coast who preferred to live in their attics for days without water and food rather than leave their animals. I don't know what else to do, I offered.
Things don't feel right. There is so much stress, anxiety, anger, craziness in the air right now that I can't sleep, nor can many of my friends. We think it is the Israel/Hezbollah war sending out waves from the epicenter. I was up drinking coffee at 3 a.m. looking for a good book and didn't find any. I realized I have been reading technical manuals, management manuals, HR manuals mostly for entertainment. Ohhhhh, Barnes & Noble, or maybe Amazon.com, I shall visit you soon. I think of all the books $350.00 would have purchased and I swoon a little.
Am trying to draft a legal sounding letter to decline purchase of Casa de Broken for the realtor. Guess the worst she can do is keep my $100.00 deposit.
Landlord raised rent again as a thank you for telling them I might be moving. After they stood on my porch in April and told me they wouldn't raise my rent until next year because they raised it last year. I'm supposed to learn something from this living mess, and lying blankety-blanks but not sure what. But that did it, I am certainly putting a mousetrap in the underwear drawer and move my daily undies to an undisclosed location.
8 comments:
Yeesh, you have had a time. Hate the rent thing. That is what happened to Dot at salon. And why we are moving. Love you.
god. our landlord just did the same thing--then started in on construction without telling us. Hope things work out. (And your mother is okay despite all the smoke.)
Had a landlord when I was 19. he owned a fish and chip shop. He tried to run me over in his van once. He said it was because I owed him rent. Then he said "Oh. Sorry. It's not you it's the other bloke". Strange people are landlords.
Hope yer mum and the animals are ok x
Where is this fire? We're getting smoke here from fires in Washington state and Oregon, though obviously it's not as bad. Hope your mom is OK.
Wow, your Mom must be in great shape. I get wore out dealing with ONE 75 lb dog.
not bad shape for 80 years old. In fact, I think she does better than me.
Yeah, my parents can work circles around me. I guess it's encouraging that we come from such strong stock. ;)
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