Upgraded What?

I am sitting at my desk this morning working early because I have many adventures scheduled for today and I keep hearing noises downstairs. After the first mild crash I assume it is the cats. Not sure what they are into but everything is packed so it must be mischief with a ball or faux mouse. Then another crash and a thump and I am intrigued are they Unpacking, is there a Burglar, are they rummaging through the trash, cleaning up the kitchen and then I hear the crinkling, crackling of a plastic bag.  Scarlet believes plastic bags are for peeing on so I go rushing down the stairs. She jumps as far from the bag as she can and stares me down with eyes that are now larger than her face. Sure enough there is a bag lying on the floor of the living room with a knot tying it together. I am puzzled. I pick it up and untie it expecting a snake or rat or terrifying creature of some sort to lunge at me. In the bottom of the bag is a gallon Ziploc baggie with dog food in it. I keep a little dog food on hand for when Lovey comes by and brings Isis my four legged granddaughter for a visit. I keep it up on a high shelf in the laundry room. Scarlet will eat Isis food while she is here. I assume out of some sort of anti-dog vengeance thing. I free feed my cats so she has food all the time. But today she went in and up after Isis food. It is now on the top shelf of the pantry. What on Earth prompted her today to do this? Hmmmmm…..

The apartment I am scheduled to move into called me Friday afternoon to tell me I could not move in on Saturday.( I had not planned to move in on Saturday) There was an unexpected issue that came up with the apartment. They scheduled me for July 28 (unknown to me until yesterday).  She said I could look at the apartment on Tuesday. I agreed to the afternoon. My daughter was coming with me and as I was talking to my Mother she decided to come along as well. I had been trying to call them all day and there was no answer. Mother and I decided to go on over and drove in to town and picked up Shoey. We arrive at the complex and there is a sign posted on the door be back at 3. We go entertain ourselves for a while and come back. April, we shall call her April says they have not yet cleaned the carpet. Come back in an hour. Not believing this for a minute we leave on another unscheduled adventure and return. As if they will have cleaned over 1300 sq.ft. in less than an hour and have it ready for me to view. Well I must say I was not disappointed. I was supposed to be moving into an upgraded apartment. I am convinced the upgrade happened in 1987. Here is what we saw. Foundation had shifted. Carpets were stained and worn and no amount of cleaning could rescue them. They were old, very old. The sinks were chipped and repaired. Light fixtures were missing. Bare wires were exposed and she told me they had no intention of repairing them. It was to have all black appliances (part of the upgrade I was paying for) and the dish washer was white. The walls I was told had been painted.  (When in 1992?) The floor boards in the kitchen had been replaced with 2x4s that appeared only days old and were unpainted. It was a mess. The entire place reeked of wet dog, rotting wood, mildew and who knows what else. Smells that will never go away. It needs new carpet or floors. Shoey says No Mom! Mother Says NO also. So….. today starts apartment hunting for Lady Tamara www.LochaberHighlandEstates.com  take 2. With 12 days to find one. If the apartment was not ready and they had no intention of making it ready why let me look at it? Why tell me it was upgraded? She then said they were upgrading with new Glamour light fixtures. Not scheduled for my apartment though.

To top it all off while I was relaxing with Christian Bale as Batman Scarlet does the predator crouch and crawls across the living room her gaze locked on the wall beneath a window. That, I knew,  could mean only one thing. Spider. I jump up and sure enough a wolf spider the size of a tarantula is making its way toward a cluster of big black trash bags filled with most of the 38 pillows of assorted sizes I own. That are staged and ready to move. I ran for the spray and we had an epic battle. I sprayed it ran. I sprayed some more it ran some more. Then he hesitated and I sprayed and slammed the can of bug killer down over him and let him stew in the poisonous juice. 

I know I am a Pirate Warrior Gypsy but I am going to confess right her and now. I am ..... never mind!

Need a beach fix....

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