After a three-week search and pounding pavement, I signed the lease on a one-bedroom apartment last night. I am please with my catch, considering the bloated market in this area. I turned down some inferior places, held out for the best among the available and got a decent, properly managed and good-sized rental at a fair market price.
Started updating my address and planning the move right away. Van-check. Moving company-they're working on it. Internet and TV cable, with new large-screen TV-check. Banks, insurance company, taxation offices notified-check.
Housemate P was raging again this morning, pounding on my door heavily and repeatedly and calling me all sorts of nasty names. This time he made a verbal threat, so I called the police--second call to them and this time they responded, albeit late, well after he had left. The spoke to me, custodian, P's girlfriend at the house then to P over the phone. His version of the scene was different; big surprise. I did turn off the dryer when he started it running at 6:30 a.m., which pissed him off more after he couldn't find part of his blender. Gee, wonder where that item when. You see, as part of his strategy of maintaining rule over the upper floor by intimidation and nuisance behavior, he has gotten into the habit getting up to mess around the kitchen and do early quite often early in the morning, even though there is little actual need for him to make disturbances at those times. He has a whole day to do laundry and has been around during afternoons on days when he has started a washing so early. Also, he doesn't often go out in the mornings--so why wash dishes, clang pots and pans, run machines and all at an inappropriate hour? It is just to be first up and claim space against other members of the household. He is generally base and crude, prone to anger and frustration. Apparently, he is venting those feelings caused by employment problems on me. Actually, the first time I called police was after he behaved in such a mean way around the end of March. He later apologized, even shook my hand, admitted he had been way out of line and explained that he had been upset at losing a job. This time, he admitted to police that he had gotten out of hand because he was late for work. As I suspected, more work troubles have been brewing, making him angry again. As the next apartment is unoccupied, I am inquiring as to whether I'll have permission to move in a little early. Anyway, there is a complaint on the record now.
On a higher note, today I finished reviewing the quality of English of a manuscript, a whole novel, in fact! An important development in my business prospects. There was a second on the same day! An old political friend contacted me. After catching up and discussing the state of the world, she shared a business proposal. I am to view and give feedback on a proposed English language teaching software program. No immediate reward will spring out of that activity, but there is a possibility of paid work down the road, should the marketing surveying give positive results.
As a final note, I will add that I am over a sore throat. It started on Saturday, three days ago, and made me bed-ridden and without an appetite for two days. The throat problem lingered all day yesterday, but cleared up by this morning.