Life stuffs

[potatowithin]

Saturday-day was spent dining on delicious Indian food with the family (plus Cassie). Maeg, Becky, Cassie, and I went bowling afterward. I later slipped and fell in Stop And Shop due to buckets and buckets of hurricane-related rain, but who's counting

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[burningeuphoria]

I think having a landlord that does not live with you may be key.

[greenbeats]

I think shithole landlords congregate in and around Boston. Not to say that they aren't everywhere, but I had so many bad experiences up there and the landlord I have now is like Jesus reincarnate. He doesn't give a shit what you do (hello, I do laundry in my kitchen with facilities that didn't come with the apartment!), as long as you pay the rent. And the place is miraculous for a pre-war building. How does that work out? I don't know, but it's amazing.

Why can't the rest of 'em take a hint?

But my point is: I wish you guys luck. I know there are gems out there. Maybe you should be consulting a psychic to find the right one.

[potatowithin]

The landlord at our first apartment was completely amazing. He and his wife and family lived below us. They used to have house-blessing gatherings with their monk-friends. They used to cook scores of Indian dishes and bring us tin-foil tubs full of it. They never complained about a damn thing. We used to clod-hop around and be merry without so much as a thought! Sadly, it was a really pricey apartment. It was also MASSIVE so heating it was a bitch. And there was no on-site laundry (such a pain for a pricey place).

We had our reserves about our current landlord, but hoped for the best. OOOPS.

[burningeuphoria]

Our landlord is pretty amazing too. Well, in that he stays completely out of your hair and lets you do anything you want basically (besides paint the walls, wahhh).