My nefarious plan, part two

I wouldn't be RenB if things would go easily. Really.

Tomorrow was supposed to be the day I can finally see an end to getting the couch critter into Peter's old place and throw a monkey wrench into the works. But it has to be certified by a notary public, and HE has been ill and only gets to see him on Thursday.

But W. has to be out of the house tomorrow. I spent the morning washing Peter's floors, trying to free the drain that in his NEW shower, cooking, and then coming home wanting to crash.

But got requisitioned to go over to the Couch Critter's place and help him pack up the rest of W's stuff. I never knew you could get so much stuff into twelve square meters and have it look tidy....

Maybe I should have spent some time in the French Foreign Legion....

What with all the activity the past few days, my back is acting up. A long story.

So, how are we looking here?

To top it off, W had a death in the family, someone he hated. His sister's husband. Whom he hated. The guy cheated on her. He is really, really angry, but he won't call his sister. Seemingly his brother-in-law was a real rat.

I talked and talked and talked.... carefully.

He just took off to have a corfee on the square and digest.

As hard as it is, he can't forgive and make that one call....

A death in the family is always tragic, especially if you were not good with the newly departed, or estranged, or let others put a wedge between you and whom you hold dear.

For me, it is like looking into a mirror of something similar, something I regret.

No one should have to carry that poison in their heart. No one.

This has all been happening as I wrote, so not so coherent.

I WANT Maria M. to regret everything she everything she did to Peter. I WANT to inflict pain that she doesn't get to rule over the appartment as she thought she would. I WANT my couch critter to have a roof over his head and not have him under foot all the time. As nice as he is.

I want silence in my house.

Am so sick of hearing Brian Ferry....

But I am not such an easy person to be with either.....

And on the whole, it wasn't so bad. If you are confined to a small space, you develop little jokes. He loves to make a mish-mash of red beans onions, and a bit of meat. And then he gets gas. And I will either say, 'Did you just call me?' Or worse, 'How often have I told you not to misuse my name???' Cracks him up.

It is finally Spring. The birds outside are chattering away, doing their mating thing.

Sounds pretty.

And OH GAWWD! La Puppe came looking for Werner in my appartment. Good thing he was out for corfee. La Puppe is my landlady. Diabetic Peter next to where he was housing, not living, saw me helping W. pack to move out. She gave me the third degree, where was he going, what was he planning, and so on and so forth.

And I said, 'I don't know him that well', and that I had helped him with his computer over the summer, and he was so nice to help me move Peter, so I helped pack his things to move out.

Where was he going, she asked. 'No idea...'

'Do you feel ok here?'

'Yes... I feel fine...'

'Can I come in?'

'Yes...'

Man, that was a trip and a half....

And then she warned me against Werner. 'He seems so nice at first, but he was in the French Foreign Legion.' He can seem so nice but is a horrible person.

'I know that... Thank you...'

BE CAREFUL....

Whoaaa, as we say...

WTF is going on with the rats and whores in my building who can make me go nuclear?

Werner is an integre, fully honest person. If you spend four weeks with a person in close contact, in a tiny bed-sitter, you KNOW if that person is ok or not. He has had my keys to the apt for weeks, and nothing has EVER been touched among my personal belongings. Yes, it was an act of trust, and could have been stupid.

But you have to have trust in people.

Some people, anyway....

And I so want him to get his own place so that I can finally have one night of silence, and not have to worry about anyone.

But to paint Werner as the Satan of the Block.... hey..... We have talked about God and the World, and what hurt us, and where we got to where we are, and so on and so forth. He has never been 'afraid' I would go after him.

And that is good so. It is like having a brother again.

And if I can effect a hex on the lady of the Mühlgasse, so much the better.