I have been watching “Hinterland” on Netflix this week. It is a noir crime drama set in Aberystwyth, Wales. It is beautiful country.
DCI Tom Mathias has a troubled past. But after only a few episodes there is no indication as to what it is that he’s dealing with.
He is part of a team that solves murders, a different one each episode.
Each episode is cloaked in darkness and shadows. Flash lights illuminate clues. I don’t recall watching a series where there was so much dim lighting.
Last week I watched the two seasons of “Dr. Foster.” It reminded me of that movie “War Of The Roses.” It was intense, the deteriorating relationship between the Fosters.
Actually there is no apartment news. Things are as they’ve been for over a week now.
Yesterday I called the fire marshal. He said this had not crossed his desk. In other words I suppose nothing from the firemen who were here. He said that this was not something they dealt with. That I’d have to find some other agency.
He was not very sympathetic to our plight here. So I give up contacting city agencies. I guess I’ll just live here until they either get it running properly or attempt to move. I’m checking the rentals every day online.
It would be a terrible time to move, with Charlie as sick as he is. But I will just have to take it a day at a time and hope things improve around here. Because I don’t know what else to do.
Perhaps that’s what their goal is: to get us all to move.
At any rate I’ve worn myself out trying to fix the situation. I have enough on my plate taking care of Charlie.
When I called the office yesterday, they had disconnected the phone and answering service.
I told my daughter yesterday at lunch that if something major happened, like our heat going out or something with the plumbing, we would have to call someone to have it fixed ourselves. And then pay for it too I suppose.
So let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.
From what I can tell, no one wants to deal with this. It’s beginning to feel like we are an island floating untethered in the middle of the ocean.
And I’m not ringing any more bells because there are no anti-retaliation laws in place in Oklahoma. I would be a sitting duck, so to speak.
I’ve got to get ready for my doctor’s appointment now.