Staying put

It's so weird the way things work out. I wanted this place so bad but didn't want to leave my dog, even with my son, and I HATED the thought of an electric stove. Of course I would have loved to stay here in Derby too. And then the guy called saying he gave the place to someone else. And I was ready to be sick. After all, where would we go? What would become of us? So we decided to suffer it through here and then start looking right after the first of the year. The only problem would be praying the landlady wouldn't make our remaining months here a living hell. And I was happy though because my dog can stay with me for awhile longer and I'd still have gas. Then I get home from work. Landlady is in the garage sweeping (again -- she sweeps in there every day!), and I rush by not even looking at her. I go upstairs and change and get the dogs and bring them out. By then she was in her apartment. A few hours later Pino had to go out again so I take him out. She's sitting in the doorway of the garage and starts calling the dog all happy--like. Then she says to me, "Signora!! I lova you. I no wanna you to go. I no wanna fight." Geez! Her son must have really yelled at her. She apologized and said we didn't have to pay for her ceiling and please stay. So now we're staying on a peaceful level and can leave at our own pace. Thank GOD! Now I can turn my attention to Tokmas and my spoilee without having knots in my stomach wondering what's going to happen here. I also bought the ebook - The Woodsy Association and would like to try making some of the mitts.