Lost Without Lost

Well, I missed Lost yesterday.
Why, you ask?
Because our damn $100 per month Time Warner Cable was out. And of course that includes the internet as well. So there was very little in the form of entertainment at the Lozer home last night. Don't forget everything is packed in boxes.
I am so pissed we missed it. A week is a long time to wait to find out the latest. Now we have to wait for the encore presentation on Saturday night. 3 more damn days.

So since we were totally without TV last night, there was only one thing left to do go. Go out to dinner and drink. Wine for me. Beer for him. At Itzocan. The GREAT restaurant on the corner that I discussed in a previous post. I had the roast duck and Bas, the steak. The decor in this tiny restaurant leaves a lot to be desired, but the food is fabulous. And I know fabulous food.

Something worries me. Our new landlord, Kim is not on top of her game. We haven't yet recieved the key for our new apartment and she doesn't seem to have a clear plan on when or how to give it to us. It's sooo annoying. She moved to Washington DC and she said she would be driving to New Jersey today and would make plans to meet up to give us the key. Well, it's 3pm and still no word. And if this was an isolated event, that would be fine, but it's not. We always have to end up calling her even if she says she'll call. Then we start to feel like pests. But she drives us to this behavior.
We need that key by Saturday, which is when we are contracted to move in. We have the cable guy coming and furniture being delivered. Today is Thursday. She lives inDC. She hasn't mailed it like she originally said she would, so SHE has it in her possession now. See the issue? It's too late to mail it. Today would be the very last day to FedEx it. She is a very, very flaky person. Really annoying.
So, I am going to stop typing for a minute and call her. Then I'll report what happened.....

Well, she now says that either she will drop off the key to our house tonight or tomorrow morning at my job. I don't trust that becuz she hasn't come through on her word yet. Not once. I even offered to come and pick it up but she said she wouldn't be home tonight. Sounds awfully fishy to me.
Bas read an article in the paper about a scam where people act as if they have an apartment available, collect the security deposit and first month's rent and then haul ass. With your money. And the fact that she already cashed our check is really quite unnerving. In my mind she shouldn't have cashed it until the 15th. But whatever.
So, I just called my dad, who is a house appraiser and had him check to make sure Miss Kim really owned this apartment. And she does. At least that is a little bit of a relief. But still, I could see her getting half way to DC tomorrow and saying, "Oh darn it, I forgot to drop the key off." This of course would be after we called her.

I have a pretty sound theory. What do you think?:

I think she smokes pot. And maybe that is a reason for her short term memory shit. When we looked at the place, I noticed some rolling papers on the table by her bed. Plus, when we met her fiancee, he was sportin' some long ass dreds. Not that either one of those things in-and-of-itself points to a pot smoker. But all of these clues taken as a whole are really starting to add up.
And as a reformed, habitual, daily pot smoker (for like 15 years), I am hip to the forgetfullness that stuff can bring to your world.
An example of just thatis this:
Back in the day, I would set something (let's say money for lunch) by the door five minutes before I was about to leave my house-so that I wouldn't forget it, of course. Go, brush my teeth or put on my shoes, and walk right past that money and right out the door.
My motto, which I actually stole from my girl Lisa was...."If I haven't come back, I haven't really left yet."
But good news to any habitual, daily pot smokers out there...when you quit, that fog head DOES go away and you will regain your ability to remember things.

On that note, I'm out.