Me overlooking the Butte County Watershed on the threshold of Paradise, CA, 1/18/11
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My education in draconian measures was sandwiched between the ups and downs of a housing search. It wasn`t easy, but I found a home. I`ll leave the act at the end of February. Here`s the recap. I just couldn`t fathom living with (1) a phlebotomist (i.e. she draws blood for a living); (2) a phlebotomist who covers her windows in plastic wrap for insulation; and (3) a phlebotomist who covers her windows in plastic wrap for insulation in Chico, California; where temperatures stay in the three-digits throughout the summer and don`t run to descend below, say, 53-ish Fahrenheit in the winter. Thus, I told Phlebby "Thanks but no thanks." Jim offered my next best hope. He showed me his family`s second - or perhaps third or fourth- home, a nice, new family that I would eventually share with three others. At that time, he informed, I was the only prospective renter. We chatted for a good hour, during which Jimprovided tips on the neighborhood, social setting and eateries. I was sold and asked for a housing application. That`s when things deteriorated. "Well, I wish to see my wife. She takes care of all the details in the lease." Boy, does she ever. I would see that Jim is one of those husbands who`d do best to never talk; his wife would finally counter everything he said. She runs a tight ship. I'd venture to see ita dictatorship. Per our agreement, I naively dropped by their house that evening to pick up a copy of the lease.I suddenly found myself in a family meeting, mafia style. I was afforded a home at the really high kitchen table. Climbing onto an equally highstool, I was surrounded by mother, father and daughter. "We want to do all of your questions," mother (heretofore referred to as Sergeant) began, "but there are dozens of people interested in the house. I`m showing it to a place this Friday. Our daughter might go back in too. I`ll do my decision by Saturday. You`re working at The Writing Loft? Mm hmm, so you`ll be doing the newsletter? Well, we get the quality of asking for a co-signer if, say, the renter is firstly a new job. Here`s a transcript of both leases. We`re passing to sell the house when the market picks back up, but you`ll need to take on for six months. I can`t think of anything else. It was a rough day at work. I`m hungry. Nice meeting you." Sergeant pushed two leases at me, one for the master bedroom - which I`d clarified I couldn`t afford. Each document was five-pages long and fraught with enough legal minutiae to keep our nation`s healthcare plan at a stalemate. Here`s a snippet: "Renter must take garbage cans to the check by 0700am on Thursdays or will be subject to execution." Oy, talk about draconian! Oh, maybe it read "eviction". I don`t know. I just love that I left feeling frightened and offended, but mostly scared. Once I caught my breath, I reconnected with Steven. We`d scheduled a meeting to see his house, but I canceled in favor of a female roommate. The women weren`t boding well for me, and Steven graciously agreed to reschedule. Upon reaching the following day, his sister and baby niece greeted me too. It was a friendly change in a nice, comfy home that would offer sufficient privacy and room for my furniture. It`s far from Michael too. The rent`s just over one-third of what I`ve been paid in the San Francisco Bay Area. I salivate at the thought of writing a three-digit versus four-digit rent check. Last week, Steven accepted me as a tenant. I started getting uneasy over the weekend, though, having not yet received the lease. Did he read my blog and notice that I`ve had some -uh- issues with men? Thankfully, yesterday`s text message was assuring. "Hi Robyn. I was thinking of getting a cat, and was wondering if you get any objections. Please let me know. Steven" This spurred a whirlwind of memories. I`ll never forget the moment my "Nomezy" - Naomi, a beautiful Snowshoe feline owned by my (ex)husband- glared up at me. Her innocent gray eyes asked, "Where are you going? Why?" I had no explanation as to why I`d been kicked out of our home. With all the strength I could muster, I consoled her through my tears. "Sorry honey. Thanks for teaching me to love a cat. I`ll miss you." And I do. Clenching my cell-phone, I snapped back into the case and replied to Steven. "I`ve had a cat before, and I`m fine with that. Thanks for asking."
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