Trying to convince owners to rent to someone with section 8 is frustrating. First it's: they used to rent to "section 8 people" but they didn't pay rent/trashed the place/caused problems. Then it's: they just don't want to deal with the forms, the inspections, the rules.
I love rainy days. If I don't have to wait for and ride the bus in the rain, it makes me happy. Today I'm grateful for working brakes, tires, and windshield wipers. And that mostly-full tank of gas. And a pocket full of change for downtown parking. And if I get caught in traffic behind protesters, I'ma stand outside my car & cheer them on.
House is so much quieter and calmer without Daisy here. No arguing with Violet about everydamnthing. No going nuts at the window when the kids next door play basketball. No more stress at mealtime about who's eating what, no more running around checking out the other dogs' bowls.
Have gotten help from well-placed folx in the City of Oakland housing department (different place than the housing authority), whatever comes next I will have legal assistance and advocacy and I am no longer panicking like I've been the past few days.
A good friend is 95% sure her family is going adopt a pittie they met at the Alameda animal shelter. He just had a front leg amputated. He has a crooked tail that might've been broken and never treated (why his leg was amputated). And he has one blue eye and one brown eye. And his name. Is Lt. Dan.
Got a 3 day notice to pay rent or quit. They want the whole rent, not just my 60%. Guess who served me the notice? Maria the shady ass realtor. So I guess in three days they'll get the court eviction order I forget how much time that gives. Fuck them fuck this shit what the fuck.
Took Daisy to the home of a longtime friend, who already has a female Chihuahua. By the time I left, she'd warmed up to Andrea, and was not growling when Coco welcomed her with a let's-play bow. If all works out like it seems it will, Daisy will have a new home and a new sister :-)
Jayden's got a runny nose so he's staying home from school. If he's not better tomorrow he'll be staying home again, which sucks because it's always cool to be at school on your birthday. And with the storm coming, Angie, Jabari, & my mom prolly won't come for cake, since the plan was for them to catch the bus here & me take everyone home after.
I don't care of its the middle of the night & you think nobody will know. Block my driveway, I'm calling the cops & getting your car towed. You better hope you come out to your car before they get here, whoever you are. Asshole.
Jayden's brain is fine, no changes, no anomalies. We're gonna wean him off the Keppra over the next month & if all goes well, no more neurology appointments! Here he is, attached to 22 wires. And here is the lamp with tape strips, ready for the next patient, which reminded me of a dinosaur skeleton.
I'm physically & mentally exhausted. Can't hold a conversation without bursting into tears. Overwhelmed by everyday housework and have barely scratched the surface of packing up. Jayden complicates everything and needs the same damn attention & supervision he did when he was 7. He can't do a goddamn thing on his own. I'm sick of it and of him.
Got in bed super early cos I couldn't take being up & about any longer. Then I realized the Warriors game was on. Dammit, I did not wanna get up. Then I remembered I HAVE A LAPTOP and I HAVE XFINITY so I'm in bed watching the game. WOOT!
Well we made it thru the hair washing & combing without my shoulder falling off it hurt but not as much as I'd thought it would. Jayden has to stay up 2 hrs past bedtime so he's driving me nuts. Then I have to wake him at 5 & keep him up til the EEG at 1. Fun times.