1:26am – The solution

 

My Mikey, I love you

∞ • π³ + 1

 

Sometimes, when it seems like I’ve got a clear picture of things in my head, something happens to disrupt that picture.

We received our eviction notice today….the landlady’s notice, not the sherrif’s office’s.

After being turned down by yet another person who had more or less promised us that we could stay there if we "really needed to", I finally totally lost my composure.  I have yet to regain it, really, but it’s better than it was.

If your first tendency is to unduly criticize what is going to be our temporary salvation, because it doesn’t live up to YOUR standards, then I urge you to leave this page and NEVER come back to my diary again.  I do not want you here if all you can do is judge us.

Mary Helen surprised me today.  She called Nanny and presented our case to her.  For those who do not know, there is a building behind Nanny’s house that I lived in once before.  It is wired for electricity and telephone.  I used her plumbing facilities.  This is where we will be going now.

A friend, who shall remain nameless, really hurt my feelings by asking, "You’ll be living in a SHED?!!!"

Well, I don’t prefer to think of it that way, but I suppose it is one.  It will be a small apartment by the time we actually get settled in, though, with its own plumbing facilities, electricity, and telephone.

It really hurt me that someone could take something that meant a chance to get a little ahead and twist it into something that was degrading.  I didn’t understand, at first, that it was their reaction to my family, not to us.  It felt as if they were criticizing US for "lowering ourselves" to live in a "shed".

I’ve taken enough undue and unfair criticism and judgement that I am extremely sensitive to people’s comments sometimes.  This was one of those occasions.

It is, by technical standards, a storage shed.  It is small.  It is also going to have it’s own bathroom, though.  It will be a place where we can live, rent free.  Chipping in on utilities only seems fair, but I don’t know if Nanny will ask us to do so, nor do I know if she will accept any help from us.

Maybe it doesn’t seem like much to you, but it’s my own salvation, at the moment.  If that does not measure up to your own standards, then neither do I, and I do not wish to be part of your life, in that case.

Be happy for us that we will not be homeless, please.

Thank you,

Piers