Good Things Come in Threes Too

Posted by Kym

1) I’m 1600 words ahead on my NaNoWriMo work in progress. I still can’t describe a landscape to save my life, the whole thing is horribly dramatic, but I’m having so much fun with it! And I’m learning to write out of order, which is hard for a rigidly linear minded gal like me.

2) I’ve made huge progress on the upper floor. The closets are rather chaotic still, but it’s chaos with a thin veneer of organization on top, which is a huge improvement. I’ll tackle those next week, I think. Today I’m debating between the laundry room or the fridge. Here’s a link to the Before and After album again: After.

3) John and Granny are still stressed but having a safe, quiet place to sleep at night has worked wonders for them. It feels good to be offering them safe harbour like this. Plus, Neil finally hung up the curtains in the guest room and they look fabulous! He also installed the stairgate, and the antique bronze dinner bell we bought on our last trip. Something about winter makes him restless and having company even more so. He starts pacing about and finally finds a “project” to work on. He also installed a rod in the laundry room for hanging his To Be Ironed shirts on so they’re not thrown over the pretty wicker chair in our bedroom. He’s also installed the two new kitchen light fixtures so I don’t have to look at the 60’s globe ones anymore. This is a good thing indeed. It’s easier to ignore the horrid wall paper and boring white walls when other cosmetic changes are being made. It makes me happy.

As to the tennant situation, I just know you’re wondering why on earth the police aren’t involved yet. Thing is, there are laws to protect tennant rights so that landlords can’t just chuck them out willy-nilly. They’ve had to file papers, and it takes 10 days before they can file the paper that takes “three business days” and then they can get the bailiff to remove the fellow. The fellow who, along with his wife, is now smoking up a storm in John’s nice home, and letting his outside only dog romp around indoors. The fellow who when told to vacate the premises just smirked and said, “We’re here now. You can’t just toss us out in the snow, you know, there’s laws. You’re hooped.”

They’ve also discovered that he’s on probation for assault. Owes money to several rough fellows who’ve come pounding on the front door. And is not from out of province as he said but from right here in town and is well known for pulling these sorts of schemes. He has a history of violence and my Granny is very right to be afraid of him.

Sometimes, I’m really glad I don’t understand people. If I did I might feel obligated to do something about it.