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2010…let’s begin again

Posted in Attitudes, Choices, clutter, Diagonal View, Dreamer, Entering New Territory, Famiiy, Friends, keeping positive, Life, new beginnings, New Year, old endings, Personal, slow down, the story unfolds, Uncategorized, Whoo Hoo, wisdom on December 30, 2009 by anuvuestudio

2010


As this year ends, I find myself anxious to begin the new one, like no other I can ever remember. The actually saying “2010” aloud makes me think of renewed hope, new beginnings, rebuilding, reinventing, while maintaining all I’ve learned from the past year. Some people weren’t affected by the recession but those folks are few and surely fortunate. The majority of us learned hard lessons about extravagance and living beyond our means, taking things for granted and never believing lives can change (and do) in the flash of a moment. In the past weeks, on my travels, I’ve seen and experienced the peoples will to survive under the most dire circumstances…with ingenuity, honor and dignity. I’ve seen some give when there was so little of their own left to give. My belief in the goodness of mankind has been renewed just when I began to forsake it. I find selfish strength in numbers, in mass understanding that we share these difficult times as one world. I know I am not alone in my fears.

I think, we as Americans, have long been spoiled and “over-blessed” with a multitude of unnecessary “things”… failing ourselves… our children and our neighbors on the most basic levels. We must pay more attention to loving, understanding and accepting one another than we waste on arguing our own opinions, religions and staunch beliefs. All the politically correct words in the world don’t feed those who go hungry at night nor hug the loneliest among us. We must be willing to not only listen to those suffering most but to offer our hands in ways that actually do make the difference. We need to leave behind wasted time on the unimportant fluff.  We’re just now re-learning the simplest things that make us the most happiest with the least cost to our pockets…and souls. It’s time to relinquish the cells phones long enough to breath the fresh air and see the magic that God gave us with appreciative eyes. It’s time to finally “see” the beauty and wonder around us and live our lives in simplicity.

I look back at what I’ve lost in a year…my Gallery, my job description, my uterus, the curve in my left cheek, three-quarters of our combined income, a fancy car, two mentors and one very dear friend. To that, I compare what I’ve gained…white eyebrow hairs, simplicity, fairly impressive barbeque skills, some weight, a new group of artistically gifted friends, a mysterious pirate scar, more patience, old wisdom and renewed eyes to finally see the world around me. I thought I’d be older when this epiphany happened. Maybe I just needed to be forced to choose to. I am grateful for all the winding roads that lead me to be a stronger woman, a wiser person and a better human than I ever would have been without being shown the way. Low and behold…I find I gained even from all I’ve lost.

I wish for all of you, those I’m blessed to know, those I don’t know yet and those I never will…a happy, happy New Year full of all the love and happiness you deserve, the eyes to notice it when it’s in front of you and long arms to reach out and grab it when you realize you actually can.

2010…to new beginnings.

Love Heather

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When one door closes…

Posted in Art, artists, Attitude, Aule lang syne, baby blue, Choices, cloudy skies, Dreams, Faith, Friends, gallery, Handkerchiefs, keeping positive, Love, Memories, old endings, Random, remembering, Somewhere Over the rainbow, stomach muscles, thanks, the story unfolds, thoughts, Too tough to die on April 2, 2009 by anuvuestudio

My Dear Friends,

It is with great sadness that I tell you, I will be closing the Gallery at the end of April. My Husband Micheal, was laid off from his job of 17 years, making it impossible for me to keep it open. To all those who have been an important part of Anuvue Studio, I wanted to thank you for your friendship and utter kindness. It is very rare to be able to have a dream become a reality. For a short sweet time, with the help and inspiration of all of you, I was able to have mine. A very wise woman told me “Heather, when one door closes, another one opens”… and I will always believe in that wisdom. I want to thank each and every Artist and valued friend for all your very kind thoughts in email, by phone and in person. I share what I can with you here.

I am most proud to announce that the last 2 Artist’s in line to show are Yumiko Yanone and Kweli Walker. Anuvue will fulfill their dreams on April 18th, in a duo show, with a party full of love and celebration.
I do so hope that all of you will join us one last time and make it a great memory.

God Bless all of you and your Families
Love Heather

Hi Heather .
You all have been in my thoughts lately. I’m sorry to hear your lovely Gallery will be closing . It has been a pleasure to be included in your gallery with so many lovely artists.
If you need me to clear out before the 18th so you have more room to showcase other artist please let me know .Otherwise I will shoot for the 25th but still do my best to stop by and say hello before then .
I’m so glad to have met you and hope we have the pleasure of working together again in the future .

See you soon.
Best ,
Gina

Heather,
Sad news indeed. Give your husband my best.
Thanks you for a great place.

Best,
Darcy

Oh sweetie….. I am so sorry. I will be in CA April 5-10 and will try to get up to see you and the gallery. Or at least the gallery as you will probably be working your real job. Krap. And it is such a beautiful gallery. I HATE this economy stuff. We love ya- Vicki

Oh Heather… I am so sad and very sorry to hear of this news. I am certain it was hard to write. What I will always know is how inspired you were by your father to open the gallery. You did him AND you very proud. Let me know how I can help in this final showing….I will contribute some foodie stuff. Xoxo jenny

Oh Heather, I’m so saddened to hear this and so very sorry.
I know that you’re grateful for the time you had running this wonderful space, but it still sucks!
I am so very grateful to you for all you’ve done and want you to know what a difference you’ve made in many people’s lives- including mine, and I will always be grateful for this time.
I will absolutely be there on the 18th– (the day before my birthday actually!)
You did a great thing for a lot of people Heather, remember that always. I wish this weren’t the way it is, but this damn recession.

Love you lots Heather,
MaryBeth

Oh, Heather. I am so sorry for both of you. I sat and cried after I read your email. It breaks my heart to hear that you have to close the doors on your dream.
Also, the uncertainty of your future now that Mike has lost his job. Those feelings came back to me in a flash. Not knowing what doors will open. I remember Patrick trying to remain upbeat while I am sure the turmoil inside was brewing as he thought of how he was going to provide for his family. It is a scary world not knowing what the next day will bring. I cringe every time Patrick comes home and tells me they lost a bid on another contract. Kawasaki is desperately trolling to bring something into the plant. I pray that through his connections, that Micheal will find something soon. We will keep you both in our thoughts every night as we say our prayers with Joseph. You will be added to his prayer list. Godspeed, My Dear, Godspeed. -K

I’m so sorry to hear that, Heather. It’s such a rough time for everyone. I wish you much love and support for the future. I’ll be by with new things for your last month. We’ll go out with a bang! 🙂 Cynthia

Hello!

Most of you have no idea who I am, and you’re probably going to think I’m nuts, but I really feel a need to do this. My name is Dee Muzic, and my husband Tim did most of the carpentry for Heather and Mike. I watched the cabinets, desks, display cabinets, and walls, come to life in my own backyard. I know this sounds crazy, but I feel a real connection to Anuvue Studio and when I read the email Heather sent I cried. I felt a sense of shock as well as an overwhelming sadness for her and Mike. I, as well as the rest of you, know what time, effort, frustration, and love went into making this dream come true for Heather. She made many people’s dreams a reality, along with hers. She is a very unselfish person, and deserves to have her dream fulfilled for as long as possible. I am willing to do whatever I can to keep the studio alive. If ANYONE can think of ANYTHING that we can do to keep the studio and dream alive, please let me know. I know that just one person can’t do much, but with a bunch of people who really care, miracles can happen.

Dear Heather,

I’m so sorry to hear this has happened. That is such a shock and challenge for you both. Your gallery was one of the best things that ever happened to me and the other artists who’ve shown there. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help you and Mike. We (the artists and neighbors) must have a big moving party to ease the challenge of getting your things moved, etc. Please let us know how and when we can assist. When one door closes, another one opens! I hope and pray Mike finds a better job right away.

Love Always,
kweli

Hi Heather,

I got your message.
I am so sorry about Mike. I just couldn’t believe it…I’m sure he worked so hard for 17 years for the company and this happens…

And I am so sorry about your gallery, too.
The gallery is your child and the place was my dream place, too.

Thank you for still giving me a chance to have my art show.
Yes I am willing to share my space with Kweli.

If there is anything I can do, please let me know.

Sincerely,

Yumiko

I’m not much with written words but things have been difficult for many of us recently but faith with the help of time heals as well as making us stronger.

Leo

Heather, I am so sorry to hear this painful news. You are the warmest, sweetest spirit that I know. I pray it’s just a short time before something great comes Mike’s way, and you can both hold onto your dreams. Please, please call if there is anything we can do. All our love to you both, Shiela and family

To my dearest beloved Aunt,

I just heard the news from mom and read your blog… unbelievable… it’s the only thing that comes to mind. I can’t imagine how Uncle Mike feels about leaving a place he has been for so very long. Please send him my thoughts. As for you… my heart aches at the thought of you having to depart from something you have given so much devotion and love to achieve. I assure you I wouldn’t miss that show for the world!! You know, I have done much reflection on our times of late, trying to determine it’s purpose. I heard something simple yet profound today… be grateful for what you HAVE, not what you HAD. In the midst of all that we endure, you are a rare soul who shines so bright, you have given others a chance to live out thier dreams, as you live yours. I cannot begin to say I understand, or know what lies in your head or heart. My prayers will be for you and Uncle Mike. Yet rest assured, that you have left your mark on many with your gifts and you will have the opportunity to give and receive again.

I love you so very much!
Forever your niece
Corina

The Towers

Posted in Attitude, Choices, Divide, future, hand of man, History, Home on the Range, Hope, Images, it's only money, Life, Lifeguard towers, Memories, new beginnings, old endings, Personal, photography, Piles of sand, progress, rare breed, the story unfolds, thoughts, Too tough to die on May 8, 2008 by anuvuestudio

I live across the street from the State Beach and each year I see the life guard towers towed in for another winter. They sit huddled together until close to summer and that’s when they get their yearly makeover. This year I saw some new kids in town…sitting off to the side…all fiberglass, modern sleek and shiny new. I fear for these elderly statesmen.

The maintenance is costly…all that sanding and painting…but I can’t help but be saddened by the thought of them finally gone. I woke up real early today with a bad case of Asthma which I’ve been fighting for a while. I threw on my baggy jeans, grabbed my trusty 5D, hopped in Mangie Rangie and rode over to the beach. The poor booth attendant couldn’t understand a word I was saying…all that wheezing and arm waving. He finally looked me in the eye and said…”Ahh…Just go on in Lady”. I smiled to myself…

I wasn’t about to pay for parking that early in the morning. I wasn’t there to surf. I came to visit…to breath freely…and to capture a moment in time. The old towers all stood at attention, patient and willing to be my subjects…while off in the wings, the new kids on the block took notice of my neglect. Good. I hope they were jealous…

The first new day in the rest of her life

Posted in Attitude, Friends, Hope, keeping positive, Life, Love, new beginnings, old endings, rare breed, Uncategorized on April 4, 2008 by anuvuestudio

I will speak in past tense… for every life (if lucky enough) will have a new beginning …and the lessons from the old… will help us to start again…

Kathy will begin her new life… her second and most cherished half… today.

I met her more than 20 years ago. She wore glasses, was a total analytical, but had a wicked sarcastic humor…which of course endeared her to me. I remember us all , desks line up against the wall, separated from the presses by windows of glass. We tried hard to earn our keep and fiercely protected each other from the Printing Sales People. We sat back there in our little hallway, making up assorted titles for ourselves…”self effacing blame mongers” comes immediately to mind.

She had 2 small girls and a Husband back then with a load quite demanding. I remember her working 50 plus hours a week, going home to cook dinner every night, while trying to keep up with endless mountains of laundry. I came to believe she was magical.

As a few years passed, and her girls grew, I would overhear conversations about sweaters being left at school, rooms not being picked up and junk food being consumed in secret…but not. Then there were the arguments with her husband, a man I came to admire for his open friendliness. One in particular comes to mind…about how she had left the refrigerator door ajar and he’d found the milk carton “sweating”. I must have laughed about the seriousness of that one for 2 months.

When her oldest became a teenager, I remember her being so nervous about how to go about explaining the mysteries of the birds and bees. I finally had her call and speak with one of my closest friends…the consummate MOM that hides nothing from her kids. The PRO-MOM gave her all the tips she needed to get her safely through.

She endured my Halloween’s with great patience, always creating the greatest home made costume, then tolerated being dragged through a total “Yuppie-does-not get it” city to have lunch and show off our ensembles. She dealt calmly with the stares and always had fun with it. She worked side by side with me, creating elaborately decorated, department lunches and we never ever lost… no matter how great the competition was.

I knew people found her straightforward talk a little intimidating. She had a tone I lovingly called “the Mother tone”. It could make people duck their heads. But I knew she was a pussycat inside. I’d seen her cry, heard her laugh and held her in some tougher moments. But I never gave her away. We became known as the Mom (me) and the Dad (her) in the plant.

She wasn’t much interested in fashion. She liked her comfy jeans and this damn pink turtle neck sweater… that thankfully…eventually went away. I finally got a chance to take her to the mall and we spent hours trying this and that. Her “makeover” produced a lovely, stunning woman (with a Teflon shield). But, when she heard the compliments, she lit up…and I went to my corner and smiled.

I’m a sensitive person who absolutely hates confrontation. She was there with her quick wit and temper to back me up whenever I was outnumbered or outmaneuvered. She just knew I didn’t have it in me to fight… but she could and did and they would back down every-time.

I remember the time we planned a trip together. She had never been anywhere in her life but where she lived. We took a trip to Victoria Island and she had to literally push me onto the peddle jumper they called a plane that took us over because I hate to fly. When we got there, she had no idea that I am a brutal traveler. No rest… all go go go and she kept up with every step. I’ve never been on a trip before or since with someone so appreciative of everything they saw and experienced. It was wonderful just to see. I remember one night we decided to really “splurge” so we went to the best sea food restaurant there. When her order of “Blue Crab” came and was set in front of her, we both sat in silence staring at the thing, entirely in its shell. The young waiter saw our concern, came over, grabbed the thing with his bare hands and cracked it into two pieces. She dug in and found Heaven of earth.

I remember when she and her family had finally been able to buy their dream home but the living-room sat empty for years due to lack of funds. Finally the time arrived for furniture and she got it into her head that a “Butter” colored couch was the perfect choice. I tried to reason that, with 2 teenagers, a husband and 2 cats, her choice was “less than perfect” and suggested a nice sage green. For 6 months I was dragged from furniture store to furniture store in search of that damn “Butter” couch. Sadly she never found it…and later bought one at a store we had been to previously at least twice. When I came to see it in it’s new home. I laughed to myself when I realized it was sage green.

I remember the time she came straight into work and then promptly locked herself into the conference room. I tried to get her out but couldn’t…but she finally did let me in. She was beside herself because she had gotten a ticket on the way home from work (the night before) and then had gotten another one that morning (coming in). She had always said she was a “Police Magnet” and I was beginning to think she was right. We sat and talked and then I told her to call her husband… that if he was ever going to kill her…it would probably be over spending too much on the credit card and not some traffic ticket. They talked on the phone, we laughed after… and she came out. I believe that was my first ever “hostage negotiation” job at the Plant.

She quit once for about a year and a half, but with lack of spending money and my constant badgering, she came back. Misery loves company in Printing and I’m no fool to sit through it alone. It was a long year and a half without her. She stepped back in like she’d never left and things were as they should be.

As the years went by, her children grew and we too grew older. My Father’s death and other Family matters took a great toll on my life and I withdrew from the world as I knew it… She and the rest were always there but I know I was a lacking friend to her and to all that had always known and loved me. But she never complained…she never judged me…she just always seemed to understand… I bowed out of my job and she stepped in to take over and to hold it all together… for the good of the Plant… and they could never pay her back for her dedication.

4 weeks ago on a Monday, I walked into her office to check the board. She leaned over her desk and said ‘I have something to tell you”. I heard the words “Breast Cancer” and nothing more. I saw her lips moving but I could only hear a loud hum in my head and see little white lights beginning to fly. She dragged me out onto the crying porch… a well used spot from all the many years past. I grabbed her and held her and balled like a baby while she held onto me for dear life. I remember the door opening, tissue being shoved out and the re-closing of the door.

She was tough, she was strong and she was comforting me… The rest of the day she spent explaining her situation to all the people we have worked with, sided by side, these many years. It was a quiet day, full of reflection and graciousness towards each other. I did not sleep that night for the terror I felt in the power of that one word, the one that took my Father from me, the one now attached to her. I have trouble with words now and I have hidden my feelings, ever since my Father died.

I got up the next day with an anger I never knew I was capable of. I walked into her office and placed a rubber-duck in a life saver in the middle of her desk. I had designed the sign it held in the middle of the night. I made direct eye contact with her and then without a word, walked out of the room. I heard the laughter about 3 seconds away. The life saver said “FUCK CANCER”.

It has been 4 weeks now and she is stronger everyday I see her. She is holding her head high and I can hear that “Mother tone” still guiding the troops into Printing battle. If the troops only understood what it took her to hold on to that strength…I know in my silent observance.

This past Tuesday, while at lunch, she was explaining how she went to see the plastic surgeon…along with her bowling ball. She explained very matter-of-factly that it was important to understand which muscles would be affected, as she has chosen to move other existing muscles, instead of the more common implant reconstruction. I told her (and I’m quite sure in my mind) that I doubt they have ever had a woman, facing a double mastectomy, blaze in with a bowling ball. But, after all these years knowing her, it does make perfect sense…to me.

Friday, April 4th is “The Day” she has dreaded. I have asked very few questions. What is there left to say. She and I walked to our cars. She told me she loved me. I told her the same. She has a husband that loves her, going insane with helplessness… that will be there to hold her hand and 2 daughters, now women themselves. She will go tomorrow into battle and face this with more courage than I’ve seen in many a bigger, stronger man. And come Friday night, with God’s gentle grace, she will approach the first new day in the rest of her life.

Please say a silent (or loud prayer) Friday for a Mother, a Daughter, a Wife… and a beloved friend of mine… named Kathy.

Taking Notice

Posted in Art, baby blue, back in business, bullet holes, concentration, Director, future, gallery, Humor, Images, Land of OZ, old endings, Personal, photography, seldom is heard, signage, vision, What?, yuck! on March 30, 2008 by anuvuestudio

I have been wracking my brain (well, what there is left of it) to find a way to make Anuvue Studio’s new Gallery more noticible from the street. The tenants below me (although gracious and lovely people) have a “less that wonderful” sign (which I would gladly torch, steal, hide or shoot bullet holes into) (just kidding) (not really kidding) attached to my balcony…yes, it’s the only place he/she can actually hang a sign. It has been so since 1972…and who am I to re-invent the world.

So, I thought above this “Less than wonderful” sign, on the equally less than lovely wrought iron in “Baby Blue” (the first color I think of for wrought iron) …I would hang my nice new sign…with lighting…to blast both the blue iron and ug-sign to OZ. Sorry Toto. BTW, I hated those flying monkeys too.

Above my sign, I have 10 windows…and although these windows would be partially blocked (by my sign), if I picked just the right combo of photos that have most of the image on top…I could even enhance the sign with photographics, drawing the eye up…and maybe everything else would disappear…like my money. Hey, it could happen…

anuvue-front-sign-and-windows.jpg

Some photos courtesy (stolen rather) from Photo444 😉

Day 3

Posted in Attitude, back in business, back to earth, Choices, clutter, Entering New Territory, entertainment, excitement, fabulous, gallery, good grief, Gunslingers, Hanging out, harmony, Idiot, jerks, keeping positive, Life, new beginnings, old endings, Party, People, Personal, playing the game, pure crap, seldom is heard, tenants, trust, uh oh, Unforgiven, wisdom, wow on March 11, 2008 by anuvuestudio

Well, you remember that instant Karma thing? Karma works in mysterious ways…I believe in Karma…even if I don’t always get to see the end result…And, it’s not always instant…but in this case, humph!

Today “Previous Tenant A” finally deemed me worthy enough to call back. I now know the number and recognised it at a glance. Did I answer it. Good Grief…NO. That’s what Husbands are for! To take over with negotiations when things deteriorate to another level… not on this woman’s radar. There are fewer words involved between men…but lots of meaning behind them.

I called Mike. Mike called him and by noon “Previous Tenant A” was packing his belongings (or rather his belongings that we packed for him) into a truck and handing over 350.00 dollars. It appears he went “camping” . Naturally one would go “Camping” the actual day you’re supposed to move… I’m sure it’s in the tenant manual under selfish, cement headed idiots. I’m certain there is a Political position just waiting for this guy. Maybe a Senator or something?

He didn’t answer my 19 phones calls over a period of 8 days that ranged from really very sweet and charming… to somewhat peeved… to completely and totally… really pissed off. My Family and Friends will both attest that the third is a very rare thing in me…but when it happens, it takes care of everything that’s built up for years… So I’m good for quite some time 😉

Tonight I will meet with the Carpenter, the Electrician, the Painter and Drywall Guy. Hey, why not attack it full force…I’m 10 days behind. Just for fun, I told them to all show up at 6:30pm. I probably should serve refreshments as this will be my first impromptu party…but chairs might actually be even better! Heck, their all younger than me…they can stand!

Sadly, I was just beginning to develop a close personal friendship with all those water bottles…

This week’s lesson

Posted in Attitude, back to earth, Choices, clutter, comment, future, gallery, games, good grief, Idiot, jerks, keeping positive, landlords, last words, Life, new beginnings, no trust, Not a clue, old endings, opinion, patience, People, pure crap, Random, seldom is heard, tenants, thoughts, trust, uh oh, Uncategorized, Unforgiven, wacky, welome, What?, wisdom, wow, yellow brick road on March 9, 2008 by anuvuestudio

What a week! Today is March 8th and I finally just got into my new studio. I learned a very valuable lesson about people and business this week. I learned to not trust and to get things in writing. I met my landlord about 2 months ago when I signed my rental agreement. I paid 3 months in advance and he told me the previous tenant would be out by the 1st…no later than the 3rd…and that he would take care and adjust my rent if it ended up the 3rd. Sounded good to me. Now I have, from time to time, popped into the building to measure this and recheck that and have even brought people with me to make some drawings. There are 2 guys, one being the actual tenant and one being his longtime friend, councilor and CPA. These guys are Mormons and both were very nice to me when I initially met them. Then, most of time I re-visited, it would just be the CPA guy there working away, trying to fix the other guy’s financials (because he was losing his business). I grew to really like this guy. He used to work a very unhappy 9 to 5 job (which I understood) and he was humble and sweet. He gave me some brief financial business advise and I designed him a new logo (for his new self employment), printed him some business cards and brought him cookies That I mercifully didn’t make).

On the 29th of February, a long awaited leap year, I showed up at the building, peeked my head in and yelled hello. They were both there on this occasion…along with all the furniture, desks, computers, files and gigantic tv . Nothing had been moved, boxed or organized. I asked what was up and they both said” Is this the end of the month already?” ALARM BELLS GOING OFF IN MY HEAD. Yes, yes it is. That’s when the tenant spoke up and said Oh, we’ll be out of here by the 3rd, no worry. Well, I wasn’t going panic because I had heard that it could be the 3rd. Sadly, I wouldn’t have that weekend to clean. I left after a brief, friendly conversation with the CPA guy, who at that time felt bad and actually gave me his own key. He walked me down to the mailbox to show me where it was while I asked him how his buddy was doing. I’m a nice person, I wanted to be sensitive to the guy losing his business. He had after-all, done alot of work to the room I would soon occupy…I didn’t want to rub salt into the wound.

I left and everyday, I would drive by. This guy has about 50 cases of bottled water on the patio outside the office and I knew when I didn’t see them, he would be gone. I at one time asked him if he was taking it with him (he had gotten it free from the beach games they have in the summer where vendors pass it out). I told him that it could be donated to the Boy Scouts or Girl Scouts but he said he would be leaving with it and I dropped it after that. So I drove by on the second…still water bottles, the 3rd…still water bottles and on the forth day I finally called him. No answer. Later that day he called to say that the guy buying his furniture had not come to get it so he needed to stay until the 5th. It was at this point that I said I would have to call the landlord because he needed to adjust my rent.

Now you must keep in mind…this tenant guy called me on the phone once to warn me that after I had already verbally told the landlord I would take the office, he showed someone else the space…the tenant said “you seem like a nice lady, I just want you to know that this happened. My husband told me to calm down and that the landlord was just covering his rear, in case I backed out because I hadn’t actually signed the contract, just verbally said yes. It wasn’t my deal that the contract hadn’t been signed. It was the landlord’s not coming down with a contract for me to actually sign. He said, no worry.

Anyway, back to why I was willing to trust the tenant. It was because of this call of warning. I felt he was looking after me knowing all the plans I was making and times I had visited with his buddy to measure something. So when I said I needed to call the landlord to tell him…the tenant said no, no need to bother him…I’ll just pay you. I did not want to do this. Everything in me told me no. But that call… I really had no choice when he said the 5th because none of his stuff was gone yet and I couldn’t very well carry it out myself.

Well you guessed it. The 5th came and went and no phone calls to say, I’ll come give you the keys to the space and the bathrooms. I drove by and yes, same lovely water bottles. On the 6th I drove over before work..and low and behold…a moving van!. I went to work happy, knowing this would all be over. No phone call came that evening so I called him. No answer. Tried the next day..same water bottles and same no answer…and no returned calls.

Friday after work and after calling him 2 more times, I went over and let myself in. I saw the tenant’s desks and files and immediately left making sure another 2 tenants saw me leave quickly and with nothing that did not belong to me. I called the landlord. I told him the situation. That his tenant just would not leave and that I didn’t know him, didn’t want to be involved and just wanted him to know that I still had not been able to move in.

Now this is where it gets really good. The landlord told me that once I gave the not-leaving tenant an ok to stay (which I didn’t really, I just never had a choice) and that he had an agreement to pay me, it was my problem to get him out. He said I had a key to let myself in and that I could have asked him to get out and that he (being the landlord had nothing to do with it). His contract was now only with me!

I will give him that one credit. He was right when he said I did not call him on the first and tell him. I didn’t and I didn’t because he told me himself it could be until the 3rd! I was so dumbfounded at this point I know I was yelling into the phone. I simply could not believe what I was being told. That it was my space, the contract was for the 1st and I should have moved in. If I didn’t want the space, I didn’t have to take it and that he would rent it to someone else. I explained that I would never move into a building that had someone else’s belongings inside and he said, well, you should have because it was yours to move into! My contract with him ended and mine began with yours. At this point I decided I was dealing with at least 2 lunatics and started to really wonder if it was all going to be worth it. I got in my car and drove to another building that had just come up for lease, called and was told how much…too much…and too much work.

A friend of mine accidentally called my number and while on the phone, I needed an ear and vented my story. It was at this point he “hostage negotiated” me into calmness. He said to go to the building, change the locks and pack the guys sh– up. He actually told me to toss it onto the parking lot but I’m just not that person (in this life anyway). I called the tenant again. No answer. Then, while talking on the phone to my husband, or rather yelling into the phone with frustration…the idiot chose to call and leave a message. My guess was the landlord called him (and threatened him) and magically he called me back to leave a freaking voice-mail. I immediately called back and you can guess…no answer. I drove over to the building, opened the door for the second time with the key his friend had given me and stood in the space. The tenant’s desks were still there, office junk, computer stuff and many (what looked to me) important personal files… But in those few minutes I allowed myself to walk and really look at the room, a calm came over me. I looked at the space…really looked at it. I knew it was meant for me…even if I almost allowed 2 complete assholes to destroy a dream for me.

I went home and called a locksmith. 😉 At this point I had my husband step in. He was actually working this weekend but he made the call to the tenant warning him that the locks would be changed at 5pm and that he had better get his stuff out and also bring me 8 days of rent…in cash. I waited all day at home for him to call or show up. At 5pm I went to the building and yes, the water bottles, desks and all the other were still there…no call. I hoped at this point the guy was in jail…and couldn’t call. I had the locks changed and never once was I worried about the tenant showing up. I had told the locksmith my dilemma and that I was a bit leery about the guy, knowing changing the locks would piss him off. The locksmith smiled, told me he was one of 5 brothers, all from Israel…Military trained in Special Forces…and I had not a reason in the world to worry. How lovely it was that he came (or was sent to me). And that, my dear readers, was the first laugh I had in 3 days…

Later, my husband and brother-in-law came and we packed all the tenants crap up. I had to talk them out of throwing it into the dumpster…because I really want to dump it on his front lawn…and I will!

After everything was packed, the floors were swept and I looked at the room and I was finally happy. I will, from now on, mail my rent to the landlord without further communication, unless he begins it. He has a job so I doubt I will hear much more from him as long as he can smell his dear old money. As far as the tenant, I will have no further dealing with him..and sadly, nor his friend. One will forever be part of the other’s sins in my memory. This guy was going to be my new CPA but who in their right mind would trust a friend of a jerk with their personal information? Not this gal.

So, if any of you out there ever decide to begin a business of your own, where you are involved in a lease and another previous tenant, be wiser that me. Don’t trust anyone. Get it in writing…because if you behave kindly, you will be run over flatter than a cd! I’m keeping the space because I know this was my test. I know most landlords are probably like Cinderella’s wicked stepmother anyway and that the worst is over. I know that once they have their money, their interest in your problems is harder to find than comfortable heels… so be ready to fend for yourself. I believe very strongly in Karma. So Adam and Alex, watch your heads…because something is coming for you…and I hope you feel it…hard.

But now it’s time for the Artists to have their day. Now is the time to build! 😉