Life CAN'T Always Suck But....

it sure can be difficult! 

Admittedly, my midlife's misadventures have been more AWESOME than awlful!  That is true. So I pick up where I last left off.  Sixty-one and living with Mom, and no wheels. Truly pathetic!

Well, I have since found a place to hang my hat, and I have a vehicle. Whoop! Whoop!, as my daughter would say (or write!).

How I arrived where I am today has been a long and circuitous route, with one misadventure after another.  As my wonderful, former hairdresser often says "It could only happen to you!"  I am beginning to believe she is right!

What do I think of my new apartment?  Awesome!  However, I have to try and forget that the landlord tricked me into paying $110.00 for a new paint job on the first floor.  He also left me with a basement that REEKS of cat urine, after assuring me that it had been steam cleaned, and the smell would disappear. Well, it STILL reeks, after two weeks.   I have spent a small fortune on baking soda to pull out the stench, not to mention hours of labour sprinkling, spraying, scrubbing, washing, rinsing and drying the area which the previous tenants' four cats had decided was their litter box. However, Vimy and I have a home of our own, with WONDERFUL neighbours!

I have a new mailbox to go with my new address. However, the previous tenants skipped out without leaving their mail key behind.   Simple enough to go to the Post Office and get a new key and lock, right?  NO! NO! NO!  Not for this gal!  I had to go to the Post Office FOUR times.  The first time, they gave me a key and said the lock would be changed in a few days. When that didn't happen, I went back.  "Oh, she is so busy. She is all alone. Give her a few more days to change the lock." So I do.  Eleven days later, I still can't get into my mailbox.  The key they gave me doesn't work.  Back I go ... two employees are there, and the guy tells me that they didn't give me the key I am showing them that doesn't work.  I tell him "Well, yeah, this lady standing right beside you gave me that key."  She, of course, never admits or denies giving me the key.  Are they deliberately trying to drive me crazy? I reiterate that I was INDEED given this key, which never worked, and what are they going to do about it?  "We will arrange for you to meet one of our collegues at your box, and he will make sure you get your mail.  "What about having a key that actually works?", I ask.  "Oh, well, you will have to wait until Friday, or Monday, for the lock to be changed,"I am told. I am left feeling absolutely gobsmacked by this whole comedy of errors.

So I meet this man at the prescribed time, at my Super Box. He takes one look at the key I was given and says "Yeah, that's not the right key. They do that all the time".  He opens my mailbox, and sure enough, there are two new keys in there!  So he closes the box, makes me try the two new keys, which work, (Wonder of Wonders), and he assures me that I am all set.  Perfect!  I pick up 11 days worth of junk mail, happy that I finally have this "to do"off my list.  So what do you think happens when I go to my mailbox the next day? You guessed it!  My keys DON'T fit.  This is beginning to feel like the Twilight Zone.

For those of you who like to predict what happens next... stay tuned to see if your prediction is right.