So, the sargeant called me back today. He listened to my rather detailed voice mail I left him, he was not sympathetic to the officer's statements towards me. I told this sargeant that the cop had told me Mary could return as many times as she wanted, totally contradictory to the paperwork. That the cop told me I couldn't pack her stuff in the kitchen up in boxes. That the cop said I couldn't enter her room.
The sargeant said he would deal with the officer, that if there are any disputes, it's totally a civil matter and would have to be handled in the courts. THAT'S what I wanted to hear. If I win against Mary in court this Friday, I will let her come over at the scheduled time, anyway, just so I can get her stuff out of here. But the notion that I can't do this that and the other thing is totally bogus, I knew it was when the cop was speaking it to me, nothing has changed my view of that now, and even more strengthed by this cop's superior telling me that I was right, he was wrong.
Nice. Went to get 6 44-pound bags of Iam's for $20.99 at a grand opening, as the lady had told me I could. I get there - sorry, we can only sell one bag at that price. Not exactly happy about a person from a store telling me one thing, and then driving all the way over there and finding out something else. I just bit my tongue, bought the bag of food and left.
I'm still tired. I slept okay last night, but there's just too much on my plate right now. I'm moving and grooving, no doubt, but today? It's HOT outside and I am waiting until a little later to try and get anything done - such as watering.
The remaining female tenant is concerned that if Mary has been smoking meth in the bedroom she is now in, what kind of toxicity remains in the room? Well, I read the article she sent me about meth smoke - it appears that it dissipates over time. It's been almost, what, 4 months since Mary occupied that bedroom?
That's it. I just don't have it in me to go on any further - I am going to go take a nap.