Thank-you, thank-you, Thank-you: This has been one h--- of a week. We are finally in the "new house, after every kind of setback imaginable, and still taking s--- from the landlords. There appear to be four of them. There's the fellow nobody ever sees, kinda like the wizard of Oz, always behind the curtain, unreachable. Then his mother who actually is a rather congenial lady, whom I spoke almost exclusively to, as he was never available. Two weeks ago Sunday, after jumping through immeasurable hoops, she (The Ma), called to say, sorry, someone else was chosen. So I continued my search. Two days later, lo and behold, the wizard speaks; he called to say, the first choice never showed up, so did I still want it. Since I had redirected my efforts and was begining to panic (a bit), I said yes. So then I lays all my money on Ma's table and she says he'll, Mr. behind the curtain, would draw up a lease and leave it at the house for me to sign. OK. However, it's May 1st, my tenancy has commenced and lo and behold, no key. So Ma redirects me to some in between lady who apparently is the Propery owner. She refuses to give me a key, I said "call him". She did and he said, give her a key. OK. So all the previous tenant's furniture is still in the house, BIG furniture, so I obviously can't move all my stuff in 1 trip, so it ends up being a dozen. As we finally get set up almost well enough to live, after seven days, the former tenant shows up for her stuff. They basically slew my stuff wherever, and dragged all their stuff out. So finally, we begin to set up house. Next thing I know, this forth person is chasing me up my steps bit----- about
, well, everything. I was just returning with a (hopefully) final load, after nearly killing myself cleaning the place we're leaving, and she want's to know when I plan to pull the weeds in the garden. Like I been sitting on my butt for the past two weeks, watching the dandilions grow. Well, if that's going to be my attitude she's calling the wizard to come over and set me straight. Somethings going to get straight, not likely me. Enough, already. Thank-you for listening. I wish people could realize what stress does to us. I am close to dead, sore, fed up, stiff, angry, you name it. Really appreciate the article on Sympathetic vs. Parasympathetic systems. Happt Fibro Day all.