The lovely Red Dell laptop has cut out on me at the same time as the home computer died.
XSU waltzed once again in my home and helped himself to the desktop while I was away. While I am happy he's dealing with the problem, he still doesn't seem to understand that walking into my home while I am not there to invite him in isn't an option.
Ah well, soon enough he won't recognize the place any way. The painting is coming along beautifully. My furniture has arrived and is almost in place. The piano needs to be moved again, but I need a stronger back particularly because the poor piano is falling apart and the legs are tottering.
I have a dining room and garage full of stuff I am not sure I want back in the basement but I do need to get everything off the main floor again so it is livable.
I've sent XSU two emails asking about upcoming appointments and things that RJ needs to get done as she prepares for her trip to France - passport stuff, medical certificates, upcoming scheduled vaccines etc, and I've had zero response. Can you see the eye rolling?
Meanwhile RJ and Frenchy are living in the newly renovated basement. She's been leaving a mess down there. I've asked the HH - Hunky Handyman to put a lock on the wrong side with a key for me. That way if RJ doesn't clean up after herself, I lock the basement with a key and she can't get down there. It will make her crazy. No doubt when/if I sell the place potential buyers will wonder why there is a key on a door going down into the basement. Serves my purposes though.
Meanwhile, Rebel tells me that the people living in their house are moving out. They are renting the basement and now think they will leave as well. Guess what? She wants to move back in with me bringing along the BF and her crazy half dachshund half Jack Russel dog. I told her fine for her and BF no to the dog. And they would NOT be living in my newly renovated basement. The basement is my family room and not a bedroom. And I am NOT interested in having her dog in my house, and gee... she could always go live with her dad in his empty house. Evil grin and maniacal laughter ensues.
Of course the BF can't stand the XSU so not sure if that will work, but I have told Rebel emphatically - no dog. My house my rules. She is telling me she will come and take my little Buttons dog away. While this will hurt me, it will ultimately cause the little guy more grief I think. So I called her bluff and said so be it. Take him. But no coming back to my home with the crazy noisy puppy. I am not interested in having him back.
I don't think it's supposed to be this way, but I have to draw the line somewhere for my own piece of mind.
Moving on .
I've been blogging for a few years now. Sometimes sporadically sometimes daily, but almost regularly. I have finally separated from XSU and starting to live a new life on my own. The original blog helped me get through the painful process of the end of the marriage, along with some bumpy roads dealing with a critically ill child in the midst of the end of marriage mess. Now this blog will see me through the new paths and adventures that life has to offer. Restructuring my life. My way. My experiences, ventings, musings on that whole big and not so big deal.