Okay, you may as well knock me over and stomp on my head — again. Now that I know that there is no end to it, I am resigned to being the little bird who pokes his head out of the pile of cow manure just dumped on him and begins to sing, only to attract the attention of a hawk… You know the story.
On second thought, I reckon the hawk would have finished him off, and I’m not yet ready for that (Though I am getting closer!). I think maybe I’m a bit more like the mouse that my cat caught when he (the cat) was just a lad. It was his first mouse. Once he caught it, he didn’t know what to do with it. He just sat with it in his mouth, wide-eyed and perplexed. The mouse, meanwhile, was squirming and squealing. Finally the cat took the mouse over to his litter box and buried him. Mousie, seemingly unhurt but very unhappy, fled immediately, only to be recaptured and reburied. Six times. Each time he was caught and buried the mouse was a little less vigorous in his escape. It wasn’t clear whether he was becoming more frail, or injured, or just fed up with being buried in shit. He eventually gave up and let the cat eat him.
So why do I liken myself to poor little Mousie? I hear you ask. Well, it’s like this…you already know about the long litany of real estate hassles this past year–at least some of it — climaxing, as it were, with the fire-bombing and total destruction of the shop and residence one week before I was due to take possession of it.
You may also recall that following a much-anticipated hip replacement in November, I managed to fall and break the femur which was supporting the new hip prosthesis two weeks later. That, of course, led to more surgery and five weeks in hospital.
What you don’t know is that throughout much of the aforementioned drama I was also struggling with a deteriorating personal relationship. That eventually came to a head a couple weeks ago–not long after I had indicated that I considered it over–when I received notice of litigation in the Tasmanian Supreme Court, suing me for (among other things) so-called Third Party Rights. Give me a break –there were/are no such rights. It’s a nuisance litigation, but does sum up rather nicely why I needed to be out of the relationship.
Now, lest you think I am making mountains out of the proverbial mole hills, let me add the notice I received this morning from yet another solicitor. This one is acting on behalf of a real estate agent who showed my Fossil Cove house to the couple who eventually bought it. The agent is now claiming $20,025 commission, despite the fact that when he and his partner/wife showed the house they (she) so-insulted the couple that they refused to buy the house as long as the agent was the one acting for me. They only came back to it when they saw the house re-advertised by a different agent.
What have I done to upset the Forces of Evil so badly, I’m asking myself. I long since gave up saying “what next?” because the answer is inevitably waiting for me.
So now you know why I feel like a mouse in a litter box. MM
Suellen, your luck has majorly sucked of late. There cannot be anything else that can go wrong for you. Your ex will get his at some stage. Slimeballs always do. As for your house sale, no doubt the buyers will confirm your side of events, and the agent will get hit with court costs. I only came back to your blog because my sister who lives in Qld asked me about the shop. She and her partner had thought of buying it at one stage. I did ask her which of 168 rumours she wanted me to pass on. Anyway, if you are not aware of it, mail, bread, milk, newspapers & fuel are again for sale. They are being sold through an on site demountable. The site has not been cleared but is fenced off. Have heard no reports of any response to Tasmania Polices releasing the photos of ‘persons of interest’ captured on CCTV. I sincerely hope that your luck improves soon and that you find yourself in a slime/scum bag free zone.
How extraordinary. There’s no end to the perfidy of some
Deep breaths. Things have to come right soon. Don’t they? Stay sane.
Did you stomp on the Dali Lama in a previous life?
. . . **big hugs**
… relationship bust-ups suck. (along with everything else on that above mentioned list) Hope you’re getting lots of TLC from friends and rellies.
… **some more big hugs**
Seeing Clarely said:
It is hard to think of a clever comment. Stay positive and keep writing!
The Meandering Matriarch said:
Thanks. I am feeling positive, and very much want–and need to get back to writing. I miss it.