One of Those Days

I am having a rough and emotional day today. My dad came with my stuff he took from my apartment to spruce them up a bit. A couple of weeks ago, maybe three weeks ago, not 100% sure at the moment. He took my table and chairs and my Grandpa’s end tables he made seventy years ago or so, maybe a little longer to get them looking nice again from water stains from my drinking glasses and cups. The table and chairs were made by prisoners in jail. Now, with them back, I have nice end tables for my living room and bedroom. Yes, one of them is going to be used in my bedroom because of the limitation of space in my apartment today with my living room right now and bedroom. DH and JP, my caregivers moved my stuff in the bedroom again yesterday, so my table and chairs could have a place to be for now. I can’t wait to leave Garden Court because the place has its problems and things are not being fixed and the place is not up to code. Yeah, the management sucks at Garden Court. The building was built in the 1970’s. The management and owners do act like they do not seem to care. They get fines and pay them without doing anything to fix what the fine was for. That is why I am going to move elsewhere in the near future. This place needs to get updated with the cable company, put handicap system in the front door, and they have been cited for that. It is the money they want and nothing more. Friends and neighbors have moved out or trying to find a new place to live. I think Garden Court should be deemed inhabitable for people until everything is fixed like it should.