with my landlord on Monday. I expressed my desire to have the window work finished. Actually, what I said was that I was just plain done. We talked about the pictures I had taken of the condition of my living room with furniture now taking up most of the floor space and the shelving unit moved in front of my sewing table and left there for two weeks with my sewing machine open to the dust and the fact that I couldn't get at it to clean it. Or use it. We discussed the notion that an attorney perhaps might consider that obstacle course a bit dangerous for an elderly lady who is tethered to an oxygen machine and who has mobility issues.
He called me back ten minutes later, telling me the window guys would arrive this morning to finish the job.
My landlord stopped by about 10:30 this morning to see how the work was progressing. It wasn't. They were nowhere to be seen. I swear, I could see steam coming out his ears when he left.
Half an hour later there was some serious sawing of boards and nailing of trim around the windows going on. They will be back here in the morning to do some touch-up painting and to restore my living room to its original condition. They know about the pictures.
I don't like confrontation or yelling or unpleasantness. Peace and serenity make me much happier. But sometimes a person just has to stand up for themselves. It has been nearly four months since this project began.
My patience is gone.
My landlord surprised me by volunteering to deduct a goodly amount of money from my next month's rent for every month I have been inconvenienced. I didn't ask for that nor did I expect it. But I'll take it.
And now I need to order curtains to cover my lovely, new, finished windows. :)
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