Today was the day. I met one of the new owners of my place. The others stood back, privacy perhaps, or maybe not wanting to meet the tenants, I don't know. It appears they are a young whipper snapper group. Not a sports figure or movie star in sight this time. But to be honest I never saw the others.
(Mind you I had NO idea there were 'new owners', not until Monday of this week. To tell you the truth it was a wee bit unsettling, not unexpected, however. One learns to expect the unexpected in Jackson.)
The one new owner I did meet, he was cordial, reserved.
Property manager was nice, born in Kilgore, Texas, her grandmother still lives in Texas. That's in her favor, for this Texan.
I was supposed to know April 1 whether my rent would increase. I'm hoping for a good report soon, no rent increase, or minimal increase. This would mean I'll stay put one more year.
This is my happy place, but happy doesn't pay rent, especially in Jackson. Nevertheless, I love my quiet life in the mountains, and I'll ride this pony as long as I can.
One never knows. Maybe when I’m published, and Sandra is playing my best friend in the movie version of my books, just maybe I’ll find a little one- or two-bedroom cabin, deep in the woods by a river. And just maybe I’ll have a garage, a bathtub, and a washer and dryer. Icing on the cake would be a nice kitchen with carrara marble. Yes, I’m a dreamer. You all are invited to celebrate with me when this splendid miracle occurs.
(I've already let Sandra in on her role. You can hear her, "Oh yeah?" Those were her exact words. "Yes ma'am," I replied with conviction. I think she may have snorted. She's sassy, just like me.)
Dream.
Dream big.
UPDATE: There was a minimal increase; it could be so much worse. I'm grateful.
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