Worry and Fear

    So many things seem to be going wrong nowadays. Maybe I just can't handle the stress anymore, but a lot of the time I just want to break down and cry. 

    For example, hubby and I found a fantastic two bedroom apartment IN TOWN, near the lake, that allows pets, all utilities included, REALLY good price...we were going to take it, the landlord seemed to like us, and we even TOLD him that we wanted it. Well, two days later he calls and tells us that he won't be able to do the yearly rental because his sisters want to rent it for a reasonable price from October to May and then $1,000 a week over the summer! So that was a fail.

    A week later, our landlord posts on our door that we need to get rid of our pets because of "inappropriate pet waste disposal" and if we don't within the month, he will begin the process to evict us. Now, let me explain. We are REALLY good at picking up our animals' waste, but Daisy (blonde pup) got sick from eating a bone we gave her to chew on and we missed two spots of diarrhea that she had had on the front lawn (because, well, it was diarrhea). Apparently, someone found this offensive and decided to report it (since this landlord NEVER comes to any of the apartments). I just don't get it. We've been really good neighbors/tenants, pay our rent on time, keep the apartment clean, and even made the apartment more presentable than when we moved into it. Now, we have to leave because of this - which is actually fine with me since I would not be able to stand living here anymore. I just didn't need this added on to the fact that we didn't get the apartment I spoke about previously.

Sidenote: The landlords name is Al O'Brien and he owns the Cooperstown Motel, as well as a bunch of other apartment buildings (houses that all are white with red trim). He has been caught for credit card fraud (he isn't allowed to take any credit cards anymore), his son used to do a ton of coke/meth and is now in a rehab or hospital somewhere, and Al is nothing more than a slumlord. 

• We cannot run our microwave and toaster oven at the same time, we cannot run a vacuum cleaner with anything else plugged in, we cannot use a hairdryer because he uses GLASS FUSES, which are a MAJOR fire hazard. 
• The basement right below us is filled to the brim with junk that is rotting and growing mold all over it and we are ending up breathing in the spores. 
• When we first moved it, there were fleas ALL OVER the apartment building due to the previous tenants allowing their cats outside through the windows by cutting the window's mesh screens open (so needless to say, we have no screens).
• The garage is filled about five feet above the ground with old furniture, paper, tools, and a bunch of things that SHOULD NOT be in a garage.
• His handymen come into our apartments whenever they want, saying that they need to fix something while we are out, and end up smoking pot in the bathroom, doing nothing.
• His method of cleaning the bathtubs and sinks are to PAINT them white.
• The last time his handyman came in to clean some mold off of the bathtub, we specifically told him to make sure the door was closed because we have a cat. What did we find when we came home that night? Our cat outside. He proceeded to run into the garage full of garbage and my poor hubby and friend had to go INTO it to get the cat out.
• The floor to our living room was floorboard. The stuff you put underneath carpets. Really?
• Our bathroom is an outhouse. It was built after the house was built and turned into an apartment building, and the landlord didn't care enough to have it insulated. SO, we froze in there over the winter, as did the PIPES!

That is just a small list of the problems in THIS apartment building. I can't even imagine the other apartment buildings. He has a terrible reputation, and if I had been able to talk to other people before renting, I never would have rented this place!!

    Lastly, yesterday my mom tells me that my grandmother is having some gall bladder issues and a lot of shortness of breath. Now, my grandmother lives in Hungary. No one from our family is with her because we all live in either America or Switzerland. Thank God she has a sweet caregiver. When I called her up, she sounded terrible! I heard the SOB (shortness of breath) very clearly and I asked her to take her diuretic. She told me she did, but it was with a heavy heart that I hung up the phone. Then overnight, she was taken to the hospital because the SOB had gotten so bad. They put her on O2 and pumped her full of diuretics. This morning, thank the Lord, she is doing better - but still very weak. It hurts that I cannot be with her. I pray to God that she will make it through. I don't know what I would do if I lost her. I love her so much.

    So this is what has happened within the last 3 weeks. The stress is almost unbearable. I truly hope that today works out for the best...