Apartment inspections, Trump and other pains in the As...Neck

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Earlier this month we had notices taped to our doors about the upcoming apartment inspections. I read through the missive and the first thing that came to mind was "When did I join the military? This is a senior citizen housing unit, and most of us are NOT in shape to do what the notice stated. We were told that we were to clean the walls, ceilings, molding, wash the windows inside and out...that last one is impossible for me. I live on the third floor and am terrified of heights. IF I were to try to clean the windows on the outside, they would need someone to dart me to anesthetize me and a rescue squad to lift me down from the outside of the building. Anyhow, it was all major stuff that older people sure couldn't do!!! We also were not to have stuff in front of the windows so if the place happened to catch fire egress wouldn't be barred. We also were to take care of the landscaping, cobwebs on the outside of the buildings, and any other things that the housing authorities came up with. Also any damages to the apartment that needed repairs were going to be billed to the person named in the lease. Oh, before I forget, when they come, I am supposed to have my therapy cats in a proper enclosure while they are in the apartment inspecting it. The cats will be stuck there until I turn them loose...that's depending on if I'm home that day. I have to change appointments so that the cats are comfortable and safe. Hummm, in short, the apartment gets the "White Glove" inspection, like they do or did in the military. I thought I lived here rather than just kind of (sort of) resided here. Then, I keep getting inundated with Trump and his problems. The man created them himself, from his sexual and marital problems to what he's going through now and everything in between. I was always taught that you take responsibility for your actions and be an adult and own up to what you did. It doesn't change if you cover up the dirt and people find the proof of what you did. I guess what I was taught was wrong, it changed with the amount of money you have and if the person you are dealing with is greedy enough to accept what you're offering. The thing is, I have stopped watching the news for that reason. I used to love watching the news, but that has gone by the wayside because of all the horrific stuff going on. I'm currently considering finding a cave up in the hills to move into. I have learned that getting older and living on a limited income is a real challenge. I have been treated like trash by the medical profession (I fired my pain clinic for one thing. The Nurse PA was very obvious about how she felt about me and other older "clients") It seems like the medical profession around where I live is interested in only one thing and it isn't the patient...You have three guesses and the first two don't count, about what they really are concerned about. I spoke to one of the neighboring tenants who was returning from seeing her doctor. She was having abdominal pain like I was, and she was released from her appointment with nothing to help the pain, but an antibiotic. She is to have a CT scan (like me) and her's isn't until June too. OH, finally, I had to dump my "cable/internet" company. Their charges were coming up to over $275 a month!!! I couldn't believe how much I was laying out! At the rate the charges for my "entertainment" were going (and NO, that wasn't even adding the premium channels like HBO, Cinemax, Showtime or the like) I would have to get three jobs to pay for it. I don't get a huge amount per month, but I get more than most of my neighbors in the amount of income...I wonder how they make ends meet. Enough of my grousing. I hurt (my broken ankle didn't heal properly. I found out that it broke like a fine china cup and the doctor only dealt with the compound break that would leave me able to hobble around some. He can't do more for it.) walking is a real challenge. My wrist fractured when I fell on the bathroom floor when it was wet from my scrubbing it. That was in addition to the injuries I sustained to it when I was on the job years and years ago. I have to find sandals that I can wear...I need them to be cushioned and not interfere with the area across the top of my foot where I broke it. Somewhere along the line I need to do something happy and get more joy into my days, including getting the manager of the apartment complex to realize that we are human and NOT machines that spend our days cleaning house or doing gardening. There is one fun thing in my life, that's Freya-my Siamese therapy cat. She discovered pipe cleaners. She is having a living ball playing with them!!! She will carry them all over the apartment and then bat them around with her paw. She discovered how much fun it was to drop them in a cardboard box and swat them around in the box like they were a mouse or a bug. I can't get a picture of her fast enough when she has one in her mouth or she is busily swatting them around with her paws. Her "fan club" will stop at the dining room window and watch her play with them. I have neighbors from my floor and from the other floors that will come up just to see the cats and their playing or sleeping in the window. So much for my boring you with what has been going on here. I have to find the source for AT&t to return the internet box-it costs more than the original company I was going with, and then I have teddy bears to work on. So, off to get busy. That's one of the biggest reasons I haven't been on the Lot, I haven't had internet because I shut down the original cable company I had. It's nice being back now. Hugs to all of you!!!