Yesterday I learned from the new apartment manager that they aren’t planning to renovate units with people living in them. So I guess I won’t have to worry about that.
In apartment news, I went down to the office to ask him the manager if I would have to start paying the extra $15 per month per pet rent. I don’t know when they’re going to be implementing this.
And he told me no, my pets would be grandfathered in. So that is a relief.
After that I went by the grocery store, as I doubt it would be wise to go next week. The woman who checked me out told me she lived in a condo that she’d finally paid off.
I asked where. She said right across the street.
I was admittedly envious. Those are the condos I’ve always wanted to live in. They were built in the forties, I think. They are right next to my grocery store and Supercuts where I get my hair cut. And most everything else.
I constantly look online to see if any are being leased. But typically the rent is either too high, the place has carpet, which I absolutely hate, or they don’t take pets. They’re rarely for sale or rent.
They are cute little bungalows grouped side by side much like these are. But much nicer. They have been taken care of better than these apartments. They have small fenced backyards.
Yesterday I walked right into Ivy twice because I didn’t see her. And when you walk into Ivy it’s like walking into a concrete block. I am stumbling and about to go over her unless I can right myself.
Several times I’ve also seen Ivy and Charlie snuggled up. It isn’t Charlie’s idea, mind you. It’s all Ivy.
But she is a playful kitty and can’t seem to leave it at that. She has to put her big paws around his neck and once she acted like she would bite him, but thought better of it.
She also is eating his food. That’s all I need. Ivy is on a diet to lose 2 pounds. I feed them at the same time, and she gets fed on a table in the bedroom to keep Charlie from food that would surely make him sick.
But Ivy has teeth and Charlie doesn’t. So it takes him longer to eat and Ivy takes advantage of that. Sometimes I pick her up to keep her away from the food. But my back is still not in good shape from when I took her to the vet.
He doesn’t snap at her when she’s eating his food. That’s up to me. He just snaps at her when she gets too close to him or touches him.
Cats are the silliest creatures. I will see her jump sideways up into the air, flip and do all kinds of gymnastics on a whim. For no discernible reason.
Well, I’m meeting I hope both daughters for lunch today. And possibly my granddaughter, who just turned 11 on Monday. It’s been so long since I’ve seen her and I have a gift for her.
Here are some of the photos her mother, my oldest daughter, put on Facebook on Marley’s birthday. They are of various ages.
The first one is with her birthday cake, the second when she was younger with her dog, the third holding Andrew when he was a baby, and the fourth with her mother.
This is a recent photo I took from FB…
That tall boy is my grandson Riley, who turned 16 a few weeks ago and is now driving. He’s tall and into basketball I heard from younger daughter.
I saw Riley for the first time in years a few weeks ago when we all met for lunch. Marley was out of town with her other grandmother at the time.
I haven’t seen Marley in such a long time and I have missed her so.
I have a small barrette that fell out of her hair one of the last times I saw her, back when I lived in the little blue house. I have kept it all these years in my top drawer in my bedroom, because it makes me feel closer to her.
It is so tough when families have rifts. I have missed so much of their lives.
I haven’t discussed it here because it has been very difficult.