Applicant for our apartment: "Well, I'm not employed, but my mom will give me six months rent, and by then, my boyfriend will be out of jail, and he'll be moving in too, and between the two of us, we'll be able to make the rent. I'm hoping to have disability then too, because I'm schizophrenic. I really need to get another place because while I was in jail for shoplifting, somebody broke into my apartment and my landlord is blaming me. He thinks that I'm a security problem, and he's evicting me."
*slack jawed stares of astonishment*
This is an actual conversation. She was just so jubilantly matter of fact about everything. It amazes both of us. Tim 'googled' her name when we got home. She has a pretty extensive number of entries on the police blotter.
The good news is that we do think we have a very nice tenant picked out. He'll fit in well with the rest of the building. That's a relief. We have not told him our decision yet, but he'll be relieved too. He's been looking, and been getting very discouraged. He said that the last apartment that he had looked at reeked so very badly of cat urine that it made his eyes water.
On a totally unrelated topic, the sky is interesting tonight. I wish that I was a photographer. We're getting some pretty steady snow and the sky is heavily clouded. It was actually reflecting the town light back down, adding a mysterious glow to the night. It was just cool. One of those small remarkable moments that you'll never forget. I've just been sitting here thinking about other remarkable moments. There are so many of them, and strung together, they are a life. I am a wonderfully, wonderfully blessed woman.
That's it really.