The crew seems restless, couped up for too long without sight of land. There is much distress and mutiny seems to be afoot. (This is to be taken from the view point of my house being the ship, and myself being both crew and captain. I know, I have multiple personalities...coool). Project "get the hell out of Campo Court" is progressing slowly but today there were signs of hope. If I/We are lucky this will turn out to be the real deal and not just a mirage. I talked to my landlord today. He likes me. I like him. I have been his faithful tenant for a couple of years and as my reward he is not going to screw me over. YAY!!! Happiness is mine! All of this means that I chatted with him on the phone today for awhile and he understands that I got screwed over by the guys so he is willing to cut me some slack and not charge me a fee for the whole Tim taking over my was going to be new lease. It's a long story. Basically it boils down to I am not going to be charged $300 and I am going to get the deposits back on both the house I'm in now and the new apartment. That makes me a very happy person who is going to celebrate by going grocery shopping tonight for food. No more top roman for me, no sir... only the best.. I might upgrade to hamburger helper or something. I know.. I live the rich life.
The catch is that I have to make sure that the house is spotless (easy, I'm the only one who cleans anyways so I was expecting that part), and that the yards are taken care of. The second part is not so easy. If you remember a post a while ago describing my adventures as the incredible hulk doing yard work, you know that the weed eater that the house "owns" is a piece of crap. It dies every ten minutes and it is pretty much useless... well it did die every ten minutes.. now it is completely dead and it has gone from useless to worthless. So I took it apart to see if i could lovingly poke a little life back in the engine.. hmmm... nope. Not so much. It is dead dead. Double dead if you will. It was cool to see how a weed eater works, but annoying to find that I couldn't fix the little f*&^$er. I called the landlord up to see if he could get a new one but apparently that weed eater belonged to someone else who lived here years and years ago and it is now my problem. So I am sending out an all points bulletin asking for someone to please, please loan me a weed eater for a weekend. I won't take it apart. I'll be very nice to it, and you. It's that or I have to go buy one, which since I am not going to own a yard in two weeks seems a tad pointless. Maybe I could go find a goat to eat the grass... or smokey the bear to have a controlled burn in my back yard, something, anything... In the mean time I am hard at work with the weed spray and gloved hands... ha ha.. picture me fighting with a weed that is taller than I am....now picture me falling on my butt cause the weed is tougher than I am. Then picture me going inside and getting a bread knife and cutting that sucker down and jumping on it's weedy little corpse. Don't ask me how, but some how a weed that was very manageable last week took steroids and grew to be huge practically over night. It's okay though, because I won and now all of the other weeds are shaking in their roots. (ha ha ha.. roots... boots...funny?No.. okay)
Other than that I am also getting to practice my fledgling electrician skills . I have kitchen light fixture to replace. Whoppie. Not really. Electrician stuff is not really my area. We'll see how it goes though. If I have a fro for the next few days it didn't go so great...zzzzzz... mmmmaaaakkkeee ...iitttt.. stoooopppp ... shockkinnng meeeeeeee...... zzzzzzzz................... ............................
Should be fun AND educational. In other happy news, I am off to dinner with Neven. Mmmm.. bread bowl... yummy.
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