Can mail be lost THAT often?

Since late April:

1. Request to be included in lottery at Squaw Valley Community of Writers (I went there in, mmm, 2002?)
2. Application for the Agha Shahid Ali summer scholarship to Fine Arts Work Center
3. $20 check for Deer Hill Ranch from a friend.
4. Two tiny letters I sent a friend across town!

What irks me is that it is all such terrific mail. Meanwhile, I get every junk flyer and pamphlet from every candidate of everything, every grocery store and every business hawking its wares to everyone in town. Those don’t get lost.

The latest “postcard” me and L got was too funny not to save. It’s from Allstate, selling renter’s insurance.The front says “You can’t even get your landlord to fix your sink. You really think he’s going to replace your stuff?”

No, I think to myself, which is why I have renter’s insurance.

Then I flip the card over and on the back it states the name of the specific agent who is soliciting us. You’ll never guess who. THE SON OF OUR LANDLORD!

Now, if that’s not ironic enough for you, about four months ago, the main pipe in our sink rusted through. So we called the landlord and told her we needed it fixed ASAP. No response. We called again. No response. THREE DAYS PASSED and she still hadn’t called us back! So we finally left a message and said, “We’re calling a plumber we’ll subtract it from our rent – and whammo! She finally called us back and YELLED at us for calling a plumber!

So, you are right: we can’t even get our landlord to fix our sink. And true, too, I do not believe you will replace my stuff. Which is why I’LL BE GETTING MY RENTERS INSURANCE FROM SOMEONE WHO IS NOT MY LANDLORD! The GALL of them, sometimes!

And now for more dear and pertinent writing from our beloved Radclyffe Hall to help transition this blog entry…

Like a river that has gradually risen to flood, until it sweeps everything before it, so now events rose and gathered in strength towards their inevitable conclusion.

Onward and upward: I did a drive by of the new apartment yesterday: fresh paint, fresh finish on the floors, re-grouted, re-glazed tub, blinds half-down, new lock on garage…and our names are already on the mailbox! The nicer and more attentive these new landlords are the more I think I’ve been living in a slum. We get our keys tonight.

This is our progress so far – and it’s been all L. I’ve been out of commish (hidingk inside my Well of Loneliness). After we meet and get the keys we’ll drop this first load off! Woohoo!

Tags: moving!