Saturday, June 25, 2016

Desperate times call for:


Things haven't gone as planned.

I saw an apartment I love in, of all places, Compton.  It'll probably take monthes, maybe a year,  before I can get in.  IF I can get in...that'll depend on whether Compton will accept a port in, and whether Long Beach will port me out before I've completed a year here.

Or I could do a year here then port out if Compton will take me (and The Metro @Compton has an opening.

Today I saw one of those tiny courtyard apartments in a pretty decent looking neighborhood.  I could live there for a year.  If they take me, it'll still take Section 8 up to 4 weeks to inspect and approve the apartment.

I constantly check the listings for anything safe.  I'm pretty hope full for this little place.  No, it's not as nice as The Metro@Compton,  which actually gives Casa Villeta a run for the money,  but there's a little yard space and it's pretty well maintained... and on a cul de sac.

Wish me luck.

At this point I'm short on the security deposit, have no funds for furniture, and have ended up donating the few things I did have to Goodwill so I wouldn't have to pay another monthly storage fee.  I've also canceled Netflix and suspended my Adobe account to save money.  But I've also had additional expenses related to living in the shelter, including shelter for Cinnamon, who has to live out on the "patio"...the old driveway / loading zone for what was an industrial warehouse, and is now the shelter.  I had to get her a crate, and because of the lack of shade, also got a coverage and crate pad...and when it started hitting 100 degrees, got a cooling pad as well.

I really hate having to put up another gofundme,  but I'm really at my wit's end at this point, and while I may be able to get some help with a move inside Long Beach, ifThe Metro opens up I'll have no assistance at all for the move, and a HUGE security deposit.

And I have no clue yet what the car repairs will be, only that the simplest repair will run around $200... and that regardless of what else might be wrong, I simply can't afford a new car.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016


Things are not good.

I have to call up north.  I may be closer on the wait list for the apartment I applied to in Petaluma than I am to getting anything here.  Did find a nice place in Compton (of all places!) and am on the wait list there... Which is about a year.

Almost ended up taking an ambulance ride a couple nights ago.  Have decided after that to NOT eat food on my do not eat list just because I'm hungry... Which means no breakfast and more often tan not, no dinner... And since lunch isn't served... Well, at least i can look forward to losing a lot of weight.

There are a dozen times a day I think about packing the car up and driving back to Santa Fe where I had a pretty good life.  Then I remember the reasons why I'm here.

Sunday, June 19, 2016

about that little craftsman duplex...

So I was pretty confident seeing the photos, which I knew HAD to have been taken prior to the current resident, who's been there 4 years.  I noticed as I rolled up, that the resident had a towel rolled up against the window base in the front window:  first warning sign.  The second was that he'd parked against the post meant to keep him from crashing into the wall, which was bent over and embedded in the wall.  Second warning sign.

Now I was suspicious about the bedroom, since there were no photos.  Thing is, you can't put a bed in the bedroom and open the closet door or the door to the main room.  Apparently (although the door was replaced for the showing, which made it extremely difficult to get into the room) the thing to do is take the door down, send it to the OC with the landlord, and hang those wooden beads.

There was a washer dryer hook up (for the small stackables) next to the fridge (not included) and a pretty beat up looking apartment size stove (included) in a long narrow hall that passed for the kitchen.  Oh, the granite counter top was still looking good, but the sink itself had lost a lot of enamel and was rusted in spots.  Oh, and did I mention the bugs?  Perhaps because of the condition of the BACK window.   The good news is that the bathroom was larger (about the same size as the bedroom which says more about the bedroom than the bath) and had two access doors, one from the dining area (where the resident had his bed) and one from the bedroom closet.  YES. THE CLOSET.  Which, by the way, was about the same size as your old telephone booths (yes the kind Superman used to get changed in, and NO it DEFINITELY wasn't bigger on the inside.

Oh, and that "backyard green space"?  a narrow fenced in alley, fenced in with ramshackle privacy fence with a few pavers thrown down.

The hardest part for me was the smell.  I'm not sure if the heat had activated the scent of the garbage cans (no, there is no place to put them out back) or if it was the stench of the alley itself.

The disappointing part of this is that I'd counted on this.  Also disappointing is that this is the second nicest apartment I've seen (the first wouldn't take me because of the service dog, and simply cut off any communication with me) and even more disappointing is that I'm feeling desperate enough that I actually took an application.  The fact that I'd have to spend $30 to complete that application is what's giving me pause, and the question if I don't think it's worth the $30 to go for it, why would I consider the nearly $1000/ month rent?