It has been a strange week with lots of ups and downs. So let me start the countdown.
Last Saturday, Daughter asked me to go apartment hunting with her. Her current apartment lease is up at the end of April. She can’t wait to move out due to sketchy neighbors. (More on that later.)
We looked at one place that had a lot of character. However, it also had a lot of grime. I asked the showing agent when they were going to clean it and she said they already had. Another indication of “not the right place” was the parking situation. There was a large carport for four cars. There were two cars taking up the space for four cars. Inconsiderate tenants.
Daughter was a bit distraught because she could not find what she wanted. She had a list of must haves, nice to haves, and a budget. My kid is very budget conscience — thank goodness! She had looked at others, and even applied to a couple of places, but it didn’t work out. I tried to tell her to have patience and the perfect place is still out there.
We went to have lunch. The place we wanted to eat at was closed, permanently. Since it was raining and we were in a strip mall, we just looked around and found a little Teriaki place. Great great food!!
We ran a few more errands then went our separate ways. I got very sick that night and was basically sick most of the week. Not fun. Missed 2.5 days of work. But feeling better now.
Daughter found another apartment that had everything on her list. Not only the must haves (safe area, off-street parking, utilities included in rent), but also her nice to haves (A/C, onsite laundry, a bit of character in the building). She got the place!!!
Later that week, she came home from work and the sketchy neighbors (squatters in the house next door) were in their front yard having a loud and violent fight. The guy had the girl on the ground and was beating the crap out of her. Daughter called 911. The police arrived within minutes. The guy was arrested. I am proud of her for stepping up. So many people would just say “none of my business.” She was impressed how calm and nice the police were, even to the arrested dude. Within the past few months, police and ambulance have been at that house for drugs and drug overdoses. So now she cannot wait to get moved out. She is soooo ready to move out, she is paying double rent for one month. And I am excited for her to live in a safer environment.
Here’s where the scoring comes in. I get one point because I told her a year ago that she was moving into a bad neighborhood. Daughter gets one point for realizing that (albeit a year later) and for finding a new place. And she gets one more point for calling the police on the woman-beater.
I bet you are wondering how I earned my second point. Let me tell you.
Spring is officially here and it is time to get snow tires off. Since I stored my daughter’s tires in my garage, she came over today to get them.
Daughter struggled to pick them up and get them in her car. She is an athlete; a running fool. Just this morning she ran 16 miles! And yet she cannot pick up a tire (on wheels). I can pick up and carry a tire with one hand. I am 63 and she is 23. I couldn’t run 100 yards, let alone 16 miles. But I can pick up a tire with one hand.
And that is why the score is Mom 2, Daughter 2.