So I'm now a landlady and you know what? I really, really dislike it. I honestly don't know how people do it. I like to talk the big talk and let people presume I am a big old tough girl, but really I am squishier than a marshmallow in July. It really doesn't help that my renter cries. A lot. In front of me. This is where you can break out the awkward turtle. It has been a rough first two months with issues with the security deposit and managing rent on time. Granted all was within the grace period, but still aggrivating.
Instead of whining about the bad stuff, we will focus on the positive. What is the positive you ask? I am a handy little bugger. It's true. I may be prone to skinned knuckles and unexplained bruises from forgotten furniture corners but dangit if I haven't proven myself with my limited selection in my sad little tool box. For example... the garbage disposal (that was running properly when I moved out) decided for one reason or another to stop functioning. I grabbed my flashlight, a few buckets, a rag or two and my tools. Somehow, some way I got that thing running again. I took the whole blasted thing apart and managed to get it all back together with zero injuries and zero leaks. AND it worked. I know. I was just as surprised as you. Granted after about a day they called and let me know it was broken again so I gave up and just bought a new one. Even though I eventually had to spend the money on a new one, I still have the satisfaction that I fixed it once. Right? Sure, we will go with that.
Also, you know that wall I have been whining about off and on? Well after Monday, the drama shall be (mostly) behind me. Tonight shall be the night of venting frustrations when I head over and *finally* take down the studs. I have a big hammer and some pent up aggression waiting to come out. Afterwards I will have plenty of 2x4's. I'm thinking they will be stacked in the corner and saved for some future project. You know, right next to the trim for the master suite. All that will be left is to fix the landscaping outside to grade away from the house instead of right towards it. I'm really hoping that will be a single weekend project and I will have plenty of volunteers to help.
In news completely unrelated to anything I am searching for the perfect pair of boots. Of course this includes a balance of style, comfort and most importantly, cost. I bought one pair, but I'm not sure I love them and since they do not have a heel I can't figure out if they are comfortable or not. So there they sit on my kitchen table sad and alone wanting nothing more than to be worn.
Okay, so I started this on Thursday and never posted it. I had a fantastic weekend with JB and I'm excited to see him again on Friday. Thank you JetBlue. :) In the mean time, it's laundry, replacing a garbage disposal and training at the FD. You know, life. Now if you will excuse me, I have a pot of coffee to drink.
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Being a landlord is not always the best thing....it so depends on the tenant also! We had tenants who would (maybe) tell us things way after the fact...no matter what the lease said. What made it worse was she was the daughter of our next door letter. And they would always tell us the little things...when we saw the shape of the bathroom after they moved out we were horrified, humiliated, angry and whatever else - they chose NOT to tell us how bad the rot had gotten and we found out as we were interviewing our next tenants!!!! Check your laws and make sure from now on, you include some pretty steep penalties to discourage late payments...(I learned that from another friend who had issues renting to a co worker)
If I ever have to take a wall down I know who to call :)
I hear it's therapeutic!
So far my tennants have had some issues, but the amount of effort she has already put into the yard and the house is amazing. She is really committed to keeping it clean and tidy and sprucing things up here and there. She is planning on purchasing the house after two years, so she has a little extra incentive to keep it nice. Hopefully... ;)
Epi, I can't even begin to tell you how sore I was. Essentially I had to stand on my tip-toes, jump and swing a BFH at the header. Yeah. To say I got a workout is an understatement, but as usual I would have been screwed if it hadn't been for Willy showing up at the precise moment I was about to have a meltdown because I couldn't get the footer up. That man is a brute.
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