So our ex-landlord was granted a continuance on the appeals case she filed against us. Looks like this crap is going to drag on for another two months. Or longer. If she can help it. I take comfort in knowing that in one form or another, we won't walk away empty-handed. And I think that in itself, is the best revenge.
I've had quite flurry of doctor's appointments in the past few days. Between the dentist, two radiologists, a neurologist, and a psychologist... I'd say I have just about every angle covered. I'm having a few tests taken (my MRI is scheduled next week), to find out what's causing my legs to feel like they're dying from the inside. My neurologist jumped pretty quickly to the conclusion that I was too young to have RLS, and that it must be some kind of seizure disorder. Don't be alarmed, because I'm really not. I think she just wanted to use her fancy machines on me.
They are finally completing construction behind us. So hammers and a loud mexican radio station wake me up every morning. Which is good, I suppose, because it got me out of my sleeping-in habit. But in all seriousness, the houses behind us are CLOSE. And they're BIG. We were lucky to get another one-story, but the two-story will definitely be an interesting adjustment.
Here's the two story without the second story. And yes, it's as if these construction workers can stare directly into my living room.
Here's the VERY close one-story. My hopes are high that these people will be congenial, at the very least.PS That dirt you see? That is what's left of our grass. Sad, no? ...And that tree you see? It's our first! Matt's dad gave it to us. A Chinese Mulberry named Dyer in honor of our giftor (it's his middle name). And on Monday I'm heading down to the City to pick up ANOTHER tree. For free! The City is giving it to us... And I'm not sure what its name will be yet....................
