Letting Go

I wake up and realize I don't have to go take care of the multitude of details that I have managed over the past 4 years.  It is a bizarre feeling. It feels a bit like confusion.  What do I do now?  

Both houses are now official owned by landlords who will rent them out.  I have no say as to what will happen with all of the artwork, even the rockclimbing wall that the kids painted and we installed, but never had the chance to use.

None of this was expected, and yet it was necessary. 

Probably the saddest thing to see happen was that after less than 24 hours of purchasing the Community House, the new owners cut down all of our flowers.  The rosebushes, azalias, even the raspberry bushes we had planted were all cut down to their roots.  I was shocked and horrified and helpless to do anything.  It felt a bit like when the city mowed down our garden in the back of the 800 House.  Our original Art Garage garden.

Then the city sent me a ticket.  I am not sure if I am going to protest it or not.  I am so tired right now.  It was given by the same man who gave me the original citation and mowed down our garden.  He had been stalking me for awhile, after the whole incident.  It had been embarassing for him because the news covered the story.  The fact that they had cut down blueberry bushes laden with ripe berries, cut down rose bushes in bloom and an apple tree (which is just bizarre) was now broadcast all across town.  So I guess he wanted to scare me and would come by and sit in his car in front of Melody's house.  I could see him in there from out of my window.  After several days of this I contacted the city councilman, who called Joe Dulin and then the visits stopped.  

I don't think it is a coincidence that he saw the moving signs and decided to give me a ticket.  I never saw the warning, which usually they give 2 weeks ahead of time.  I only saw the notice the day before the closing (Oct 10th).  It was tucked inside the door.  It was late by the time I saw it.  So I went home and vowed to mow in the morning.  Before going to the closing, I did mow the small patch of weeds, but the ticket arrived at my door anyway.

$100.

I am tired. I don't want to fight!
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