Jack Wagons

I want to write about how we finally got our deposit back from our old rental house and that $258 had been taken out of it.  I want to write about how mad that made me, and how I feel torn between standing up for myself and what is right versus not getting all riled up and mad for something that will not change.  What I will write is that I am going to call, ask for details, state my case and be done with it.  I feel like being a renter is almost an invitation to be bullied.  Here in our new house last week, our garbage disposal stopped working.  We did all the "unjamming" stuff you're supposed to do, but it still did not work thought could be manually spun, etc.  In calling the realtor (property manager) she told me all the steps to do that we'd already done and then continued to tell me that it must have been something we'd done because it worked perfectly well before we moved in.  And she said this in a sticky sweet pleasant voice.  I was completely taken aback, as I am a good tenant and did nothing wrong to the damn disposer.  She then said that she would write it up, and that if it was in fact our fault, as she maintained that it likely was, then it would be a $25/hr charge for her handyman.  Reasonable and less than would I'd pay if I was the homeowner, for sure.  Still I asked who was responsible if the motor was blown, and she said they would pay for it. Well, when Marty, my bff handyman, came and took a look at it, he told me after less than a minute of inspection, "Your motor died."  How 'bout that.

If you know me at all, you know I have a bit of a history of being angry.  In recent years, I've been considerably less angry, but still have the tendency to come unglued over stupid things.  Even though it may be justified to be a bit angry at some stuff, especially over someone stealing my money, I don't want it to poison me.  Ya know?  I want to be able to let go.  It takes time, and I'm assuming some type of re-evaluation of what warrants a specific reaction.  To sweat the small stuff or to not sweat the small stuff?  And is it really ALL small stuff?  I don't want to get so mad in the first place, but if I do, I want to be able to let go. 

What's helping me on the right track is the ol' exercise.  Two days in a row now I've done an AM walk/jog, and this evening we were finally able to resume our family walk.  I'm logging my exercises on sparkpeople.com, and it's really nice to see my charted exercise.  I dig that.  I meant to add in my last post that I got rid of TONNNNNS of my clothes before we moved, and I gave away more (donated to Vietnam Veterans) when we got here.  I'm all about downsizing our "stuff."  But, alas, I kinda do need new clothes.  However, I've decided that I will not buy anything new until my birthday (end of next month), so I'm giving myself a good month before I go looking for a physical change.  I think that's a healthy bit of time (not rushing), and I look forward to what I'll find then.  I'm also looking forward to new underwear.  For realz.