Rants.
Mold in my house.
So I took my mother to the hospital last April for a respiratory infection, and when I was cleaning her room I found mold on the carpets. If it's on the carpets, it's IN the carpets, and that's too much for us to handle. It doesn't surprise me; after it rains for an hour or two the carpets feel damp to the feet, but it took a really hard metaphorical shove to get my mother wanting to move.
So we decided to move out, and started packing our stuff. When I went to move a bookcase, the bottom half of it just fell apart it was so rotten, and I found a three foot by two foot triangle of mold coming from a hole in the wall.. that had broken out FROM INSIDE THE WALL, as though water had coursed down and forced it open! By the way, we live in California and it was about 5x as rainy as it should have been this last winter.
After that, I got sick! Couldn't breathe enough to walk to the bathroom!
I told my Landlord why we were looking for a new place in June, citing the respiratory infections and mold and other problems, and then he hits me with a 60-day eviction notice claiming that my sister's boyfriend lives there! We threatened legal action and he's been fairly quiet since, but the eviction notice runs out on the 5th of next week.
I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO FIND A NEW HOME. I've been looking and applying since MAY, and nothing doing - because we have pets, and 80% of the houses that will fit my family state "No pets."
The worst part about this, is, strangely, the fact that my wife and I have TEN THOUSAND dollars in the bank, but because we have NO credit (not even BAD credit, just NO credit!) we can't get a mortgage and BUY a house - and we can't buy a mobile home to put in a park because no one will give loans on that kind of thing which aren't out-and-out robbery.
If my mom weren't so damned sickly (and didn't insist, along with my wife, about staying up here in the mountains) I'd have flipped the bird to this town months ago and looked elsewhere, probably in Oregon or Washington.
And my sister's boyfriend. WHAT A METH-ADDLED IMPULSIVE LOSER. He has exactly zero impulse control (the whole reason that my landlord hates him is because he came tearing around a blind corner at 30 mph in our little housing complex and almost ran the landlord over, then started screaming at the landlord!) and oh my gods, I can't STAND him. I think the insult that I would allow that kind of human trash to live with me is worse than the eviction notice.
Y'know, I thought typing this out would make me feel better. It did not.
