Wednesday, May 9, 1984

I put an ad in the paper for a sleeping room vacancy. I don't know what my ex-high school classmates problems are, but I am beginning to think they are mental. She's told me three times she wants to rent here, but she hasn't moved in. I must have the extra rent within a couple of weeks or find another job, and I have as much change of finding another job as I do of finding a needle in a haystack. I started sending out resumes again yesterday. I can just make it financially if I keep Mom's house rented, my two extra bedrooms rented, and at least one part-time job. Between Mom's house and mine, I need a part-time maintenance man, but I can't afford to hire one, so I'm it.

I am still spot painting my water-stained, back bedroom. ceiling and I hope that tomorrow will be the last day of touch-ups. So far, I've used a gallon of paint and a quart of sealer.

Everything, except Mom's house, and her cockroach problem, seems to be stable for the time being. The cockroaches have gotten bigger and are multiplying rapidly there. Sonny and Felicia haven't been able to be gone a whole day before, to allow me to spray without endangering them and their children, plus running them out of their own home.

My bathroom carpeting is finally drying out after my bath plumbing flooded everything again last week.

Another typical day in the life of a typical 'slumlord'. Just as I'm hitting my stride with my job, and re-learning when to run my errands, shop, etc., my part-time job is about to end.