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should I stay or should I go?

03 Friday Dec 2010

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The landlord has said he’ll write me a new contract with the “phantom 30€” added, and then we can take it from there. Which in some ways isn’t a bad offer because a new contract means he wouldn’t be able to throw me out again for five years, and even at 30€ more a month it’s still a reasonable amount for the area. Well, except that I don’t have air-con or a lift. And I have crazy landlords living downstairs. The real issue is that I don’t think he’ll agree to stop charging me for extra things whenever he feels like it, and if anything ever breaks down here I doubt he’ll fix it, and anyhow, now that I’ve seen Pepe’s dark side I know I can’t trust him. Except I love my house. And moving would be so upsetting and also expensive. I wish I knew what to do…

little birds

24 Wednesday Nov 2010

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So I might be moving to Pajaritos street. Pajaritos is Spanish for little birds. I kind of like the sound of that. The apartment isn’t ideal. It’s smaller for the same price and doesn’t have balconies or airconditioning. But it does have a lift and a nice rooftop terrace. And I’d be living next to my long time friend, student – and also my GP – Agustín.

Am negotiating with the landlords at the moment – a couple I’ve known for years. Should know by the end of the week.

Walked around my almost maybe new terraza this evening after my class with Agustín. It felt right, like it could be home.

 

not a kitten anymore…

13 Friday Aug 2010

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Azar at five months old.

I suppose it really shouldn’t come as a surprise that at the ripe old age of 15 1/2 Azar is no longer a kitten, but it’s actually something that I’ve only just accepted this past week when he came down with a bad case of the sniffles. No doubt this is another bout of herpes as Loki’s eyes have also been quite watery of late (though that is his only symptom), but the real worry is that Azar might have an upper respiratory infection. So I started him on antibiotics this week and he should be feeling better soon. He has already stopped sneezing so much, which is a good sign – I hope! And so, it came to pass that earlier this week I looked into Azar’s eyes and saw an old cat looking back at me…
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falta de gomas

11 Wednesday Aug 2010

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Because of a “falta de goma” (lack of a rubber ring) I haven’t been able to use my kitchen for two days! Should have really done something about it last week after talking about my under-the-sink leak here with Nog’s sister, but the temporary measure was holding up (pail under the pipes) and it’s HOT out there and I’ve been busy and whatever, blah blah … then Monday evening it all gave way with a huge sploosh of water and Nog’s attempt to refasten it ended up with a whole length of tube coming loose (see pic above) so I couldn’t put it off any longer.

I am actually the “handyman” around here, except when it comes to doing anything UNDER THE SINK. But once the troublesome tubing had been inadvertently removed by Nog then I could deal with it. I reckoned I could just put it in my trusty green shopping trolley, bring it to El Corte Inglés, and I’d be sorted out with whatever I needed to get the tubing back where it should be. Well, of course it’s never that simple, is it…

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end of an era

09 Monday Aug 2010

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Today I said goodbye to the apartment next door, where I lived for eight years, and kept on after I moved to my present home. For another eight years I rented out rooms next door and, for my efforts, got a small income that helped pay a portion of my rent here. I’ll miss that income, and I’ll also miss that apartment. I always had dreams of one day using it as my “office” when one of my biz ideas took off … ah well. I’m surpised at how sad it felt, handing over the keys and having one last look around. So many memories…

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