Sunday, December 04, 2005
Back to the cabbage patch for me
I knew there was a reason I decided I was going to become an island: Talked to CA today. Seems she's gotten behind on her rent to the tune of $2,500, and now her new landlord, with whom she thought she had a decent relationship, has done a total 180 and is now threatening to come into her apartment tomorrow and take what he feels will pay the debt, saying she can buy it back once she gets a settlement for which she's waiting. So I tell her I'm going to make a phone call to find out what's what, and sho 'nuff, he's got no right to handle it that way -- Indiana Code says so right here. Yeah, he can file eviction proceedings, but he has to go through the courts -- and his own cash -- to do it. Plus if he does, it'll buy CA some time to find a new crib -- by which time she'll likely have the money she's got coming to her, and that'll be that.
But what has this to do with me, you ask? The source I called told me CA needed to put it in writing, so guess who volunteered to write the letter since her printer's out?
It's not that I don't want to help; I mean, I rarely don't do what I can for the people I love, and I know that she's panicking right now and can't think clearly. It's just frustrating.
Speaking of frustrating, guess who I got a Christmas card from!?? That would be Cousin the Rich One and the annual photo of her three spoiled brats. I thought that was pretty big of her and thought hey, perhaps I should bury the hatchet and send her one back. Then when Mother and I went out to eat Friday night, I saw her husband the LAWYER with the three brats leaving the restaurant: He didn't acknowledge me even though I'm quite sure he looked straight at me, and I know I'm not THAT hard to recognize even if I changed my hair color. Dick. Mother then got all indignant because he didn't at least say "Hello," but I was like, he didn't even see her because she was sitting behind a couple. Can't wait to see what THAT blows up into.
I posted CA's letter after the jump for y'all to peruse. If there's any lawyer types or anyone with eviction experience out there who'd like to offer advice, I'd appreciate it.
But what has this to do with me, you ask? The source I called told me CA needed to put it in writing, so guess who volunteered to write the letter since her printer's out?
It's not that I don't want to help; I mean, I rarely don't do what I can for the people I love, and I know that she's panicking right now and can't think clearly. It's just frustrating.
Speaking of frustrating, guess who I got a Christmas card from!?? That would be Cousin the Rich One and the annual photo of her three spoiled brats. I thought that was pretty big of her and thought hey, perhaps I should bury the hatchet and send her one back. Then when Mother and I went out to eat Friday night, I saw her husband the LAWYER with the three brats leaving the restaurant: He didn't acknowledge me even though I'm quite sure he looked straight at me, and I know I'm not THAT hard to recognize even if I changed my hair color. Dick. Mother then got all indignant because he didn't at least say "Hello," but I was like, he didn't even see her because she was sitting behind a couple. Can't wait to see what THAT blows up into.
I posted CA's letter after the jump for y'all to peruse. If there's any lawyer types or anyone with eviction experience out there who'd like to offer advice, I'd appreciate it.
