Jesus Seriously Needed A Maid
I decided last Thursday morning that even though I really couldn't afford to move in early I couldn't stand the wait any longer. So Thursday and Friday were spent moving as many boxes as possible over in the back of the van and all our clothes in the trunk of the car. Saturday we had family over from the Gulf coast to help us move the rest. I wasn't much help in the lifting department. I ended up having to clean our new apartment as the cleaning people they have come in here obviously don't know the difference between clean and disgusting. It seems that the former tenent, Jesus (according to the junk mail we are still getting in our mailbox), was a complete slob in the kitchen and bathrooms. I would hate to see what the carpet looked like before they replaced all of it. Ick. It really bummed me out at first because I had very high expectations of this place. When we moved in here in 2000 it was spottless. Of course we were only the second family to have lived in the apartment. Maybe rentals age in dog years. If I am going to pay $2500.00 just to get in the door of the place, I want it clean.
At any rate, I cleaned the place up myself after the housekeeping service left and aside from the very problematic grout between the tiles in the kitchen which are in serious need of some chemical I don't currently possess to make them the proper color again, the place is extremely nice. It is just as roomy as I remember it being. Garages rock. Ferris needs a good wash and wax and some TLC with the leather cleaner and we should not have to worry any more about weather, birds, or stupid people banging their doors into him.
Yesterday was my birthday. I didn't get emotional like I did last year. I guess I figured I am pretty lucky to have seen it come around. It was pretty much a day like any other. It came, it went, I am older. I got some very nice birthday cards from my kids and Terry and my mom and in laws, Terry's dad called, money from my mother because she knows I need it and sometimes I am really sorry I think such horrible thoughts because sometimes she does try to help me, lipstick shades for every mood from my other mother that I will have to try out when I am feeling a little better about myself. My crew took me to The Cheesecake Factory for lunch since we had never been. I managed to not get sick! We bought linens for both of the children's bathrooms and ordered Logan his own bed for his new room. Then I came home and watched Don Jaun Demarco and went to bed. I am an oldster. This is what oldsters do on their birthdays.
Posted by gwendolyn on September 02, 2003 at 03:25 PM