New renter down below. I had an email from Mr. Landlord asking me to call her, which I did. She was in a dither and had told Mr. L. she wasn't going to take it even though she wanted it... but was vacillating due to being the parent-helper in the family for elderly parents... to the extent of living with them... How very difficult and familiar for so many people -- but these days it's not considerered wrong to actually have a life of one's own. In fact, I would presume one is of more use if one has not gone completely out of one's tiny mind, which would be the case when living with one's parents at any age past adulthood. So -- good thing she moved in, I reckon.

I unlocked my door, which has been locked since T walked into my house after knocking (I didn't answer her knocks because I DIDN'T WANT to answer her knocks). I will, I suppose, have to say a few things that I require, such as NO WALKING INTO MY HOUSE UNASKED ESPECIALLY NOT MONDAY NIGHT AFTER 9. And NO PARKING YOUR CAR BEHIND MY GARAGE AND LEAVING IT THERE FOR A WEEK WHILE ALL THE TIME YOUR CARPORT SLOT IS EMPTY AND MY FRIENDS HAVE DIFFICULTY LOADING THINGS FROM THE GARAGE BECAUSE THEY CAN'T PARK IN THE RIGHT PLACE. There were many good things about T, so I'm just nit-picking. She got married...
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