When It Rains, It Pours - DTJ



As an introvert artist I have the tendency to live a very quiet life on the rural fringes of a small village. I like it that way. I don't even get many visitors to my open studio. Social interactions seem to be limited to talking to pet sit clients and the monthly meetings of a couple organizations I belong to. Oh, and chance meetings at the market or post office.

 June was looking to be so overloaded with pets to sit and art events I chose to bow out of a part time job I had managed to not quit over the winter. I thought I was making space for me. But it seems it is for more of the above. New tenant bowed out of agreement and so I was thrust into interviewing new possible tenants. And then suddenly a new pet client. And an art student. And then extra meetings with one of those groups I belong to. And new tenant wants to move in tonight.

 And ran into that tenant who bowed out at the post office and she wants to sue me. Other friend in line acted as a buffer. Then off to market because I absolutely could not survive without caramel and sea salt ice cream. In that line i ran into neighbor up the hill who was buying his sort of rescue potion. Both post office and market were being swamped by tourists and part time residents arriving in for this coming weekend. I think I must have looked like one of the rabbits of Watership Down staring at the headlights.

 I really can be easily overwhelmed since the head injury in 2001. My sister believes I give that singular event too much credit. But she wasn't around me in my corporate girl engineer for international construction firm days. But maybe alcohol was a better coping mechanism than ice cream. But then you don't get arrested for driving under the influence of Butter Brickle. 

 And to make matters worse the 45th president is going on a tweet storm and raises all sorts of parallels with Nixon in his Watergate mania days. I am suppose to be in charge of the progressive news letter for the week. Beginning Today. I suppose running and hiding in a rabbit warren is out of question?

 Speaking of rain it is about to pour. And only half the yard got mowed.

Comments

  1. The Blog of BeeJune 8, 2017 at 9:16 AM

    The tenant who backed out wants to sue you? It seems that June had different plans for you. Divine intervention?

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    1. JBinford-BellJune 17, 2017 at 3:00 PM

      I guess I must have pissed off his holiness. Maybe I should learn to behave.

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  2. Ien in the KootenaysJune 17, 2017 at 7:38 PM

    Hey, I missed this one. How the F can someone who breaks word with you sue YOU? That sounds like a lot happening, and all this time you are working on your place and your art. It is not always easy to create or maintain that balance.

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    1. JBinford-BellJune 17, 2017 at 7:56 PM

      She wants her money back. Like so many of those younger than us she wants no consequences for actions. Rental line is firmly on my side. The response to her letter demanding all moneys be returned is already composed in my mind but I am slowing the clock down because I can.

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