And, just like that, it's over.Not the best timing, bit I just had to suffer through another stupid event with the landlady, ut was the last straw and I'm pulling a Plan B shortly after the phone plan runs out.
It took 3 stupid events to push me over the edge, so let me fill you in on them:
EVENT 1: it's nearly Midnight, and I've been sleeping - woke up to go to the bathroom - and had just turned the light out to go back to sleep when I hear a knock on my door. Being as late is it was I figured I'd better answer it (likely some issue to solve) and it's the landlady, waving a file of money in my face! I thought wtf man, she said "Here take this money to pay down the water bill in case you get up before me in the morning". First, we never discussed this at all, so this is coming out of nowhere. Second, I was half asleep and only wearing my underwear. And finally, when I told her I had no plans to go anywhere in the morning, she got upset and said "Why not?". Really? I went off on her a bit and she mumbled something about putting it away. Weird, and no mention from her on the indicdent the next day.
EVENT 2: About a week later, I'm in the kitchen fixing a cup of coffee and the landlady returns from shopping, comes into the kitchen, and in front of her visiting grandson announces "I bought security lights, so since Ed is the tallest he has to go up on the roof to install them". Again, I was thinking, wtf, I have a missing foot, insane balance issues to to that, can barely climb steps and she wants the DISABLED guy up the ladder and on to the roof? I did go more off on her this time, she just ignored me and plunked the lights on a chair. And AGAIN, the next day, no mention of the incident.
EVENT 3: I went out today to pick up my order from Walmart. Nice trip, got out and about, came home hot and sweaty but semi-happy. So, I'm sitting in the recliner in my room, bad leg not happy with me at all, and there's a knock on the door. I say "Who is it?" and in walks the landlady, holding something to her chest. "I'm out of coffee and wondered if you minded me using a spoon of yours? I came into your room and found this, so I took it, and wondered if I can use some?". OK WTF THAT ABSOLUTELY DOES IT!! She came into my room and rifled through my food and then ran off with my coffee, without asking, without thinking it might piss me off!!! This woman has mental health issues! Oh, she tries to justify herself by saying she forgot to buy some when shopping, oh Lord I went off on her, asking why she thought it was OK to come take my food without even waiting for me to come home? Really? Sure, steal my food, I'm the one with no income and you're the one with your husbands sizeable pension! I went all the way off on her, took my coffee back, informed her that I would be locking my door from now on and that I would be out of here at the end of the month.
I have just totally had it. Dementia? Alzheimer's? Schizophrenia? I have no idea but it was the last straw.
There's something wrong with her, nobody seems to care, and she will literally talk over you or just walk off if you try to point anything out to her. And she will talk to empty air for about 5 minutes, not muttering to herself (Lord knows I do that on occasion) but conversationally, as if someone were listening and responding.
Prison will be more sane. Between how hard it's been to get a job this time, my health issues, running down to my last few bucks - I just can't handle it all and I'm powerless to change the situation to a better one.
Well, except for Plan B. Rob a bank, et sent to jail for 8-10 years, get out and immediately retire because, apparently, committing a Federal crime doesn't invalidate your Social Security! 3 meals a day, a place to sleep, books to read, free medical care, and maybe teach a few inmates some computer science classes.
It beats being homeless, with no medical support.
Anyway, so now I'm moving into the final stages of shutdown. Short of a miracle, this is it for the next several years.
I'm going to try writing my autobiography in this blog over my final weeks outside, as a cautionary tale. Don't end up like I have...