Wow, today has been a day. Oh, and I didn't post yesterday, because that was a day, too. I mean, not really a huge day. There was a fundraiser for the youth in our ward, and by the time we got back from it, I decided it was more important that we get more sleep. There was a silent auction and we donated volumes one and two of the Sailor Moon Eternal Edition. We didn't get to see the final bid, so all we know is that it went for more than $13 (we set the opening bid at $10). We did see the girl who won them carrying them around, and we realized that while we've seen her around, we've never talked, so there's a strong possibility she had no idea that the translators are in her ward. I even came up with a way to bring it up casually if we ran into her while she was still holding the books ("Hey, I see you got the Sailor Moon Eternal Edition! We hope you like the new translation; we worked really hard on it."), but we did not run into her, so that didn't happen.
When we got back from the event, we found a second notice on our patio gate. The first one was placed there that same morning. The woman at the management office who hates cats was in our neighborhood again (we're guessing for reasons that will be made clear) and so discovered that we never returned the cat carrier to our garage after bringing it to the patio in the hopes that it would provide shelter for
the cats during all the rain we had been getting. It didn't, but they did like to drink out of it once the rain had filled it with fresh water. There was also a big cardboard box we had covered in a trashbag for the same purpose, which did
give the cats shelter.
Anyway, we now had two notices to remove the unapproved items from our patio or face the consequences of being in breach of our lease. Except that we'd already removed them, because of the first notice, but whatever. We had also been thinking we should probably clean our patio anyway, since it's covered in dead leaves and junk and we knew they'd be wanting to show the apartment next door (recently vacated) to prospective new tenants. The notice said we had until today (Sunday) to remove the offensive items, and they'd be inspecting/cleaning the patio on Monday. Well, if they're going to clean the patio for us, that's great!
Then today, we were in the back of our apartment studying scriptures when there was a rather unfriendly knock on the door. I very quietly approached the door and looked through the peephole to see who it was. I thought it would probably be somebody coming around selling something, but it was the cat-hating manager with paper in her hands. I decided to stay quiet until she left, because I wasn't really in a frame of mind to confront her. (We would have happily stopped feeding the cats if they had not brought them back after taking them to get neutered.)
She waited about a minute, slipped the paper into our door, and left. I gave her some time to leave, and opened the door to discover that she had brought the exact same notice. Well, we were already working on that (except that Athena had left the cat food out, because the notice said the inspection isn't until tomorrow), so we weren't too worried anymore...
Until! there was another knock at the door. We were like, "Oh boy, she is bound and determined to give us a stern talking to." The knock was even a friendlier knock, or a more timid one, like she was trying to let our guard down or something. We were still in the back, but we stayed very quiet and very tense. I mouthed to Athena, "If you really want to talk to us, you'll knock again." ...The knock came again. So I went to go answer the door while Athena commented, "That better be the missionaries or somebody."
So guess who it was. That's right, it was the missionaries!!! So we explained to them why we were so hesitant to open the door, and they just listened politely, because it's what they do. We pointed out that we understood that they'd want our patio to look nice so it doesn't scare off the new tenants, and the missionaries were like, "We just met them! They seemed nice."
So apparently we already have new neighbors, so why do they need us to pretend our patio is nice all of a sudden? The new neighbors have already seen the havoc we have wrought (or let be wrought by negligence). The best theory I can come up with is that the cat-hating manager just hates cats that much, that she'd forgotten it was an issue because she hadn't had to deal with it in so long, and when she came by to show the new tenants, she was reminded of our egregious wrongdoing and now is bound and determined (three notices in two days) to correct our bad behavior.
All we can say about that is we hope our new neighbors like cats. (Alternatively, if they have a dog that scares the cats away, we won't feel bad about not feeding them anymore if they don't come around.)
And I still haven't reported on the ending of Kingdom Hearts III! ( Maybe it won't take too long. We really didn't have much left.Collapse )
Okay, I think I have all the writing out of my system now. Oh, except I forgot to mention that Gaston has once again pulled a fast one on us. We learned to expect him on Tuesdays, so of course he's coming on a Monday now. But we had already been warned that one of our simulpubs would be coming in that day, and that it would be late so we'd need to get it translated ASAP. So we'll be meeting Gaston and Alice later in the day.
Today I'm thankful for finally getting all that stuff written up, a friendly visit from the missionaries, the management cleaning our patio, getting to watch more Story Trek, and getting to eat chocolate very soon.