So I'm moved in...
...but still packed. Still will be so until I can wash all the walls in the apartment. The last tenant was a chain smoker, and all the walls have a film of tar all over them. The place smelled like the bottom of a full ashtray when I got possession, but I had since washed 2 walls because every breath was torture. In fact, my throat and nose was so raw that when I had to go out on Sunday to get some needed items, I contracted a cold virus, one that I still have now, likely from coughing and wheezing so much. I also found a surprise behind the stove. There was a dead mouse and mounds of droppings. I'm glad I have bleach.
It seems the Salvation Army cares more about giving rooms to the mentally ill than they do the sane. So far, almost everyone I've encountered in that building has some mental sickness of some sort, and all the programming the staff does (by necessity, of course) is for them.
I should be finished the wall-washing by the start of next week. The mouse will be eliminated sooner.
It seems the Salvation Army cares more about giving rooms to the mentally ill than they do the sane. So far, almost everyone I've encountered in that building has some mental sickness of some sort, and all the programming the staff does (by necessity, of course) is for them.
I should be finished the wall-washing by the start of next week. The mouse will be eliminated sooner.