I always feel that Christmas is the Second Thanksgiving. So many wonderful things happen at this season that I am thankful for.
Today I am thankful for my landlord. I am well aware that many people have little reason to be thankful for a landlord, and I am extremely fortunate. When I was about to retire I really wanted to rid myself of the house that I owned with its various financial and physical burdens. I asked a realtor friend what sort of rentals might be available. He came up with this little house, and the rent was surprisingly reasonable. That is when I asked one of my daughters if she would be interested in buying my house. For her, it was like going home, since she had lived there for a number of years herself before finding her apartment. After some time with a trial arrangement, she decided to buy it, and I was happily settled in this little place.
My wonderful new landlord assured me that if I had any kind of problem, I should just call him and he would come right over. He has kept his word. I haven't called often. If there is some small thing, my son is glad to take care of it for me. In eight and a half years, I have called the landlord about a new roof, and about the back deck which was really in rather desperate need of replacing. I called when the neighbor's tree fell into my yard and said neighbor was not about to do anything about it. Once, when he was forced to raise my rent by $50, he apologized to me. Has that ever happened to another renter? Not likely! He always assures me that I am the best tenant he has ever had. I think that really means that I pay my rent on time, and don't do anything to destroy his property.
He's had some pretty bad tenants in the past.
The other day I did call him again about a plumbing problem. He not only arrived promptly and repaired it, he brought me a gorgeous pointsettia.
I love this man!
