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Running Out Of Time...
Aug. 31st, 2005 07:50 pmI haven't posted since 8/21. I felt that since I've had nothing but bad news to write about, I've become tremendously dull (OK- tremendously MORE dull), and I would wait to post again till I had some good news. In the space of a week and a half, only a couple good things happened. One, I went to the Sun Prairie Sweet Corn Fest and had a great time. Two, I got an issue of "Bento" in the mail. That's basically it as far as good things...
I've had a couple calls about the sublet. One guy even came over to look at the apartment, but never called back. Two people said they were going to come over and look last weekend, but didn't show up or call. My state of non-stop stress and terror continues unabated. Last week I sent an e-mail to the Tenant Resource Center, and asked a few questions about my rights if a sublettor isn't found before I leave town. I'm pretty much fucked. I don't have enough evidence against the landlord to break the lease. I will probably get sued. I cannot change when I'm moving to Seattle. I'm not willing to wait till the middle of winter to drive across the country. I'm leaving my job on a certain date, I've rented a trailer for a certain date.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
holyoutlaw has a one-way non-refundable plane ticket and a date he has to be back in Seattle in order to start school.
I've packed up all my books and I've started shipping them to Seattle. The trailer I'll have isn't very big (6x7x8), so I wanted to conserve space. A 22 pound box of books, shipped media rate is about $9. Nice and cheap. I've sort of reached an impasse of packing, everything in the kitchen I haven't packed, I'm still using. I have a ton of random stuff I want to get rid of, and I need the space where it's all piled up. Once it's gone I can stack boxes there. I don't have any idea how to get rid of my giant credenza. It's too big for local charities to be willing to pick up.
In addition to putting flyers up all over town about the sublet, I also made a flyer about the cat, and I did get a couple calls. A lady named Susan came over and met Ariel last week. She was wonderful. She just bought a house, had two cats, and was looking to add a third. It wouldn't be an ideal situation for Ariel, I really wanted to try to place her somewhere without any other cats, or with maybe just one, but Susan was unbelievably nice, and Ariel really liked her.
My friend P. (the gal who *hates* to have her name mentioned on the internet) offered some time ago to take Ariel if I couldn't find anything else. I took Ariel over there on Sunday to meet P's cat. Mercury is about the same age as Ariel, and not terribly keen on the concept of having other animals in her house. However, the meeting went far better than either of us expected, just a couple of hisses, and a half-hearted swat on Mercury's part, so I will take Ariel over there to stay this coming weekend. I can't think about it without crying. The time I have left with my beloved cat is now measured in days.
I find myself crying a lot at random little moments. The cat and the sublet situation together have sent me into a sleepless version of hell. I'll glance at Ariel's picture above my desk at work and start to cry. She'll climb onto my chest and fall asleep while I watch TV on the couch, completely relaxed, in her safe and familiar world. I'm about to take all of that away from her. I think about the day this weekend when I'll have to say goodbye. She won't understand what's happening. But P. is a dear friend, a good cat owner, and Ariel will be well taken care of. Both cats will adjust. It'll be a long time before I do.
I spent last weekend glued to the TV, watching the progress of the hurricane. I can never tear myself away when some big natural disaster is going on.intelligentrix is the only person I know who lives in New Orleans, she posted Saturday night that they were leaving, and I spent all day Sunday worried and hoping they got out in time. I'm *SO* glad to know that they did!
I've had a couple calls about the sublet. One guy even came over to look at the apartment, but never called back. Two people said they were going to come over and look last weekend, but didn't show up or call. My state of non-stop stress and terror continues unabated. Last week I sent an e-mail to the Tenant Resource Center, and asked a few questions about my rights if a sublettor isn't found before I leave town. I'm pretty much fucked. I don't have enough evidence against the landlord to break the lease. I will probably get sued. I cannot change when I'm moving to Seattle. I'm not willing to wait till the middle of winter to drive across the country. I'm leaving my job on a certain date, I've rented a trailer for a certain date.
holyoutlaw has a one-way non-refundable plane ticket and a date he has to be back in Seattle in order to start school. I've packed up all my books and I've started shipping them to Seattle. The trailer I'll have isn't very big (6x7x8), so I wanted to conserve space. A 22 pound box of books, shipped media rate is about $9. Nice and cheap. I've sort of reached an impasse of packing, everything in the kitchen I haven't packed, I'm still using. I have a ton of random stuff I want to get rid of, and I need the space where it's all piled up. Once it's gone I can stack boxes there. I don't have any idea how to get rid of my giant credenza. It's too big for local charities to be willing to pick up.
In addition to putting flyers up all over town about the sublet, I also made a flyer about the cat, and I did get a couple calls. A lady named Susan came over and met Ariel last week. She was wonderful. She just bought a house, had two cats, and was looking to add a third. It wouldn't be an ideal situation for Ariel, I really wanted to try to place her somewhere without any other cats, or with maybe just one, but Susan was unbelievably nice, and Ariel really liked her.
My friend P. (the gal who *hates* to have her name mentioned on the internet) offered some time ago to take Ariel if I couldn't find anything else. I took Ariel over there on Sunday to meet P's cat. Mercury is about the same age as Ariel, and not terribly keen on the concept of having other animals in her house. However, the meeting went far better than either of us expected, just a couple of hisses, and a half-hearted swat on Mercury's part, so I will take Ariel over there to stay this coming weekend. I can't think about it without crying. The time I have left with my beloved cat is now measured in days.
I find myself crying a lot at random little moments. The cat and the sublet situation together have sent me into a sleepless version of hell. I'll glance at Ariel's picture above my desk at work and start to cry. She'll climb onto my chest and fall asleep while I watch TV on the couch, completely relaxed, in her safe and familiar world. I'm about to take all of that away from her. I think about the day this weekend when I'll have to say goodbye. She won't understand what's happening. But P. is a dear friend, a good cat owner, and Ariel will be well taken care of. Both cats will adjust. It'll be a long time before I do.
I spent last weekend glued to the TV, watching the progress of the hurricane. I can never tear myself away when some big natural disaster is going on.
intelligentrix is the only person I know who lives in New Orleans, she posted Saturday night that they were leaving, and I spent all day Sunday worried and hoping they got out in time. I'm *SO* glad to know that they did!
