8 minutes ago
Wednesday, June 08, 2016
We rent, because my cancer some years back destroyed me financially in a way we are only just beginning to recover from. I don't think we'll ever own a house, at this point.
Luckily, we live in an area where rent is cheap. And we've had more or less decent luck with landlords.
I mean, this landlord I am about to whine about is far from the worst landlord ever. (I had a terrible landlord three houses ago, a micromanaging divorced old troll who would come around and inspect my house and give me little lessons on how I should be cleaning the bathroom and lecture me about the correct way to water the lawn -- but that's a different story.)
This house we rent is decent. It's a three bedroom in a lower middle-class area. We have a fenced yard, and the lease allows pets. There's a library, as well as a grocery, within walking distance. And the landlord has not raised our relatively reasonable (reasonable for the area) rent in the 12 years we've been renting from him.
On the other hand -- getting him to fix things, anything, holy hell, it's like a war, each time.
Our fence is falling to pieces. He won't fix it. (I've fixed it as well as I can, but I am an English professor, not a carpenter.)
Our carpet is literally worn to bare threads in many places. He won't replace it.
When the lights fail (not the light bulbs, the wiring) he hires the cheapest labor he can to do the repairs, which means they fail again in about two weeks. Then he acts like *we're* at fault, that we're causing the constant need for repair.
The plumbing and the washer/dryer outlet are just the most ineptly installed -- our dryer vent goes through two walls and then underground before venting, so that it is constantly getting clogged with lint which requires (you guessed it) a plumber to be called, constantly. This is our fault, again.
And the air conditioner (source of today's whine) is from the early 1980s. So it is constantly breaking down. Rather than replace it, he just keeps sending the same inept repairmen to repair it.
Today it's busted, again. In Arkansas. In the summer.
I called him, and got the usual attempt to blame us for the problem -- had I been keeping the filters clean? Had I been running it too cold? Blah, blah, blah -- before he consented to send someone to look at it.
I really want to move. Reasonable rent and a fenced yard is hardly worth this bullshit.