Homeless and disabled need motel until

The only place that I could find is a studio apartment nearby and three tiny little storage spaces.

On Tuesday which happens to be my birthday I'll be 68. I will get to be the first person to view this little studio apartment. There's no guarantee that I will get it. But I'm the first person to view it. I'm told by the property management company that as soon as I view it I can actually apply for it. Even then it's not an immediate fix. I. E. I do not know how long the approval will take, they state that it can take 3 to 5 days something like that.

I have been searching a hundred mile radius for months. We've been paying $1,300 a month the most I could pay is $1,500 a month and it's awfully hard to find a house to rent. Renting an apartment is a bad idea. Due to Isabel's stroke essentially we are noisy. We only have two little doggies now cookie and muffin who've been with us since the beginning of the stroke Battle of 14 years ago.

Landlady wanted us to move because she claims she wanted to move into this place. So I fought her in court. Then learned that I probably would not prevail and so I signed a stipulation that we would be out by Saturday night at midnight 7th of August. If I don't have every single last little thing out of this place then the the courts will deem this to be an eviction. If I get everything out of here then the case ends with tenant prevailed and did not have an eviction. And if you have an eviction you're not going to rent anything ever. More failure it seems.

So what I need money for is to pay for motels. Due to the covid and being the height of the summer season here even motel 6 is more than $200 a night. If I go east I can lower that down to about I think it's 120 or so. Well that's going to eat up my cash on hand very quickly. Currently I only have 2,700. I need to have I think it is just $1,400 maybe more on Tuesday if we,re accepted to rent that studio apartment. 

What is this move number 8 in 14 years? It's getting awfully difficult for me to move us by myself all the time. When I lived near my brother and sister they helped me.

   So add to all this the fact that I have a severely sprained ankle and because Isabel requires constant care I've not been able to get away to go to urgent care for an x-ray. I keep re-injuring the thing.

Guess how I got this sprained ankle?

As careful as I am on the horribly dangerous entrance steps here I took my third fall didn't even fall all the way down just sprained my ankle on that crummy little step that my unique land lady Valerie Bramley installed finally. It's a long story. 

One saving Grace is this, at least I have bona fide letters from my psychologist that allow me to keep an emotional support animal. So we can keep cookie and muffin with us even if there's a no pet policy because that is the law. So this is one time when post-traumatic stress disorder is a positive thing. Never underestimate PTSD for it can kill you in a heartbeat.

  My poor wife Isabel, paralized on one side is going to have to sleep the suburban in the reclined passenger seat. She can barely walk these days. I don't know how much she weighs I can barely help her at 250 lb.

I'm supposed to take her this afternoon Friday for a mammogram 16 miles away.

And we have to be out of this place tomorrow night at midnight? And I do not have a motel room lined up but I will. I will do that I will get her house to live in.