Nudge: I was here in early June for one of Kate's chemo trips. I ran into her landlord while doing laundry in the basement. He told me he's putting the building up for sale, and wanted everyone on year-long leases starting in July, or they'd have to move out at the end of the month. In rather indignant tones, I told him he couldn't kick Kate out in the middle of chemo! He backed down, but just a bit; extended her move deadline to the end of July.
Nudge: Kate checked with grad student housing; they normally have a three to four month waiting list. But a slot for her magically opened up for August 1st,
Nudge: The upstairs plumbing broke here. The landlord fixed it, sorta, but there's now a bulge in the wall behind the cheap wallboard he installed over the plaster. Now I have a hard time breathing in the bathroom. I am sensitive to mold. Coincidence? I think not.
Nudge: Just this week, they've started a large construction project across the street. They're clanking, beeping, raising dust and taking down trees as I type. (I know the trees, at least some of them, are weed trees, growing along the property line, but I still cringe every time I hear the crack of the healthy wood fall under the ax. I have to admit, I'm not convinced trees don't have souls. I want to run out, like the Lorax, and speak for the trees, but know resistance would be futile. **sigh** All I can do is to send them a quick prayer of thanks for the shade they've provided here for the past years, the buffer they've provided between the windows and an ugly parking lot view. Goodbye, trees!)
Kate's still got a ten pound weight limit, but my sister's coming to sit on her during the move. A grand team is assembled and ready to help tomorrow and also with unpacking on Friday.
Ready, set, MOVE!
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