TRESPASS BY LANDLORD

Guess somthins changed, I do got a place to post a public message:
Your silence is deafening. I cannot hear you! I have no more idea what your message IS than I have a place to post a public message
Anger is the feeling we experience when events in our world are not going according to our plans. It's as if we have an inner idea of how things, events and people should be - and when they don't march to our tune we get angry and either feel frustrated or try to change them. path: KAL Organize//Self Care Record/X_eXcel/ SELF_CARE RECORD/ /I COMMIT TO ME//anger/HABIT DEFINITION OF TRESPASSER A trespasser is defined as one who goes upon the property or premises of another without invitation, express or implied, and does so out of curiosity, or for his own purpose or convenience, and not in the performance of any duty to the owner. Huffman v. Appalachian Power Company, 187 W.Va. 1, 415 S.E.2d 145 (1991); Brown v. Carvill, __ W.Va. __, 527 S.E.2d 149 (1998). T_R_E_S_P_A_S_S BY L_A_N_D_L_O_R_D !!!

He was in there OVER THREE (3) HOURS ! ! !

Friday, August 19, 2005 Dear [Mrs. L after a night of fear N confusion], I apologize for the rude shock it must have been see a notice on my door that I insisted on being present for any entrance to my apartment, once you had arranged for an electrician so quickly. You’ve set the precedence for that door as the medium for our notices to one another, but I did not intend such harshness for your eyes. Finally someone clearly realized how very serious I was about the contents of the letter which I had given the city along with payment in May. My giving [Mr. L] a courtesy copy, immediately following my having left that letter with the power department, apparently gave him cause to enter my apartment, and, in his words to me, test every outlet and any other thing electrical over a period of three hours. Since I could see nothing to lead me to believe a stick of furniture had been moved, and he kept insisting, he, and not the city, would have been liable, -- as excuse to spend three hours alone in my dwelling; our subsequent conversation led to raised voices, my taking what he said to mean I must be lying, and he and me mutually threatening one another in words and posture. Our final words to one another were to the effect: KALto XYXY, “don’t you threaten me. I don’t want you in here. I’m not trying to place blame on you, I see the city at fault.” & XYXY’s to KAL: “you don’t like it – get your fat ass outa here. You don’t want to see me really mad!”
That experience, and his having told me some time ago about an instance in which he drove several hours north and ended up leaving several bullets in someone else’s dwelling (I believe he did say that was over twenty years ago), and my headlights catching him ducking behind my garbage container, caused me to sit in my car wondering what was up with him. After several tentative times putting his head up to see what I might be doing (or have done) and eventually stepping out and going and removing that notice from my door, approximately 8:40 last night, & heading up the drive to your home, I decided to leave and ponder whether I should come back home. I’m still wondering what I should do now. My view of me as a renter, and yours and [Mrs. L’s] are very much at variance. I think you know I much prefer dialogue; we all know yours and Glenn’s preference is to put your heads together and leave me ultimatums for me to find on my door. I’m wondering if we need to find a mediator. I continue to believe each of us is good at heart, but, frankly, communication between us, well, sucks. I am open to you calling me at work if you’d like. KAL

Particularly with my LANDLORD in mind . . .

Friday, August 18, 2005, 6:27:58 AM NOTICE I posted on my outer door:
To Whom It May Concern: Particularly with my LANDLORD in mind, I believe as a renter (particularly one who has paid half the mortgage – currently through August 14, 2005 -- on the combined property addresses of 354, 356 and 358 Qxxxx Rxxxx Cir., 84XXX (358 being on record with the City of Wxxxxxxton, as power paid by one using my name from the beginning of power to my residence), I have the right to LEGALLY REQUEST no one enter these premises without my presence, and I intend to pursue any evidence that my written and verbal request to him, Mr. Landlord, or any of his family, or any readers of this notice, have been ignored, to the FULL EXTENT OF THE LAW.
On record with the City of Wxxxxxxton as XX.XXXX.X.XX
I can be reached during my work hours, with minimum one hours notice, by leaving a message, 1-888-XXX-XXXX X 113.

It is with Considerable ALARM_To Whom It May Concern at Electric Co

To Whom It May Concern: Sunday, May 22, 2005 It is with considerable alarm that I conclude that what used to seem to be power outages have recently (in the last two to three weeks) become departmentalized power surges, possibly isolated to my (approximate) quarter of a home that houses (two duplexes rented and one family dwelling) three households. I reported flickering lights and other electrical output (audio, fans, nightlights) to my landlord a number of days ago and he had not noticed the same. More than a couple of nights ago my computer monitor went completely weird but would not turn off, then I noticed the computer had shut down, and only upon turning off the surge protector, was I able to turn off the monitor. As I had not turned lights on, it was only later I noticed four digital clocks stopped at flashing 12:00. That caused me to suspect a very brief outage had caused my computer to shut down unexpectedly a number of days earlier. Could a surge have caused my computer to come ON??? another day when I was certain I had shut everything down before leaving three hours earlier, only to come home and puzzle how it had come to be on? My printer seemed to have been acting oddly on a number of occasions recently. I have found it blinking madly and somewhat unresponsive to efforts to turn it off and set it right, requiring resetting. Last night I awoke at one or so to find three of my four digital clocks in flashing 12:00 mode, but not the fourth. Brooding concern kept me from sleeping more than an hour and sometime later in the night I heard my fan lug down briefly but my bedroom digital clock stayed in sync. Checking the house, though, my microwave digital was not only blinking but would not take a reset without my unplugging it and plugging it back in and, once again, my printer had come on (it definitely was not on before, I had checked since it had become such a frequent monitor) and was again in madly blinking mode. Clearly different outlets, with different surge protectors, have been affected differently, at different times over these last few weeks. Could this please be checked out? I thank you. K____ _____ xx.xxxx.x.xx

Dear Mrs L previous to your OUST ME post on my door

Thursday, November 11, 2004,7:45 PM Dear _____ [Mrs. L] I’m sure I sounded quite cavalier when we talked this afternoon. O. K. Maybe even snotty. Ugh. I hope not. Truth is, I’m more than a little scared to be at such a low point financially. It was not my intention to come across as though I really don’t care. I care very much. I’m far too straight forward, even for my own tastes, but I like to think people appreciate knowing “the real deal”. You mentioned concern about my ever being able to “make up” after being as much behind as you projected in your example. I wasn’t being cavalier, then, to say that I would be able to. It’s awkward, tho, to say what I expect, and know that you know I’m the one who’s got to back that up; not, for example Cxxxxxxx Hxxxx NPS – a large well known employer in St. [Sweetie Sweet], or J. C. Penney’s or Albertson’s. All whom I have worked for, by the way. You have only my word that I put my first husband through Law School working as a Tupperware Manager. I can show you a couple plaques I received in Real Estate. Maybe I’m projecting, but I feel it would be a lot easier for you to believe I’m going to get to the place I need to so as to be able to pay my rent if there was something or someone, other than me to back me up. I feel badly that there isn’t. I know you’re sick of hearing how much rent I’ve already paid. I don’t say that to indicate I think I should get a free ride. I say that because I feel I need something to back me up.Something solid. Something substantial. Something you know about me first hand.
This, I write, by way of apology. I don’t feel I came across the way I meant to. There’s no question I am defensive about being behind, and I am sorry. Please know I appreciate you and [Mr. Landlord] far more than I have ever demonstrated. . . . . Hopefully, very soon, I will have at least a little money coming in, and, at that point I will begin the process of paying some of the back. I believe, and truly do hope, that I have been honorable these last six plus years, in paying my rent. I intend to be honorable about whatever decision you make. Thank you. Sincerely, KAL

YOU ARE . . .doing it AGAIN!

YOU ARE

DOING IT AGAIN

WHAT ? ! ? ! ? You’d rather your rusty equipment, old tires, scrap wood, etc. pay the rent? Need I reprint the letter I gave you after you got rid of my car for me? This referenced his leaving a few thousand dollars worth of window covering books, Hunter Douglas, Graber, Levalor, etc., [that he’d, at least, seen valuable enough to take out of my car before having it hauled away] out in the direct hot sun on the gravel in front of my front bedroom, just prior to Tuesday, August 24, 2004 6:20:36AM

That OLD car was MY OLD CAR.

And I know you’ve got to have been sick of looking at that ugly old car. But it was in a space still designated to me. And it was mine. And everything in it even if it just seemed like trash to you. [Mrs. L, perhaps you recall my mentioning to you, sometime in the last nine months, with tears, in fact, how those da__ed empty cigarette packages were all I had left of my “disappeared” most recent husby.] I’d still like to look for myself. I know I stated that to you. And I know you heard me because you joked about finding a $100 bill. And I know that when you first asked if I’d ever thought about just letting someone haul it off, I stated to you very clearly that I had and I knew I could get a t least $50 for it. I still believe that’s definitely true. But trust me; I’m not stewing about $50. Let me make THIS very clear. I am stewing over, once again, someone in my life deciding for me, what I do, and do not need. I bet YOU don’t allow that very easily in your life.

I am stewing over_ONCE AGAIN

I am stewing over, once again, someone in my life deciding for me, what I do, and do not need.  I bet you don’t allow that very easily in your life.
-------I’m writing this because I’m not used to living where other people (other than family, anyway) take it upon themselves to decide for me, to arbitrarily take from me something I understood to be mine.  
     I am not comfortable with this at all.  
Perhaps I should tell you that I believe you took from me one of only three windows, replacing the “view” that captured my attention in the original ad, with concrete and wood scrap pile, and effectually taking my master bedroom, since looking out the window and seeing something natural is a high priority value to me.  To be fair, yes, you did tell me of your intention to one day build a wall.  Its way too late for me to protest what was my worst nightmare at that time as to what you meant, grown five plus times.
-------So what do I want?  Just this.  Please.  Let’s dialogue, and come to a clear agreement before anything else changes.  If you want me to leave, tell me.  I would much, much, much prefer straight talk-even “you’re a trashy renter, we want you to go” over hints, discourtesies.  59min. 26sec. [I had two spaces between date and Dear G but want to note I handwrote at bottom andplease,Iwantnothingelseofminehauledoff,withoutmyexpressagreement.Thanks,2name]

I never hear a RESPONSE from you!

Wednesday, August 31, 2005, 5:18:38 AM Dear Mrs. Landlord, It finally dawns on me that possibly, just possibly, I never hear a response from you to my written requests for one, because you never see what I write to you. I can’t say that passes my inner truth test, wherein I ask myself “is that true”, and wait and listen for the inner voice to respond, but were I to be sworn in court, I would, however grudgingly, have to confess that I concede it is possible. I will now follow up on that possibility by letting you know that you may read all these items in their entirety, should you ever choose to do so, simply by asking me for a copy; but for now, I shall post excerpts as reminders of how I have sought before, in written request, to know your side of an event or incident I may have misunderstood.
--------from Tuesday, September 26, 2000, 3:03 AM, Dear G, As you can see by the time, I must be “disturbed” to be writing this letter. I am. You are a much more sensitive man than most I’ve encountered and I don’t want to hurt your feelings. I recognize you have afforded me many kindnesses which I could not expect at just any person’s hand, let alone someone whose relation is no more personal than ours. I do appreciate them and than you for them even though I’ve made no special effort to do so.
-------I’m sure I seem quite the recluse to you and your family. You never knew me before my coming here so I understand you would have nothing but my behavior here to base any judgment on. Most of my life I’ve actually been quite gregarious, surrounded by family and friends and more goings on than, come to find out, sanity allowed. My life was very full. Full of people, full of work--lots and lots and lots of it, and full of things. I had a new car every two to three years. I lived across from a home that sold three times while we lived there for a range of 1.2 to 2.8 to 3.1 million, (ours was considerably more modest-definitely the bottom end of the subdivision across from the high end, you might say), we had the pool, the citrus trees, the riding lawn mower, the acre, the trampoline, the three and a half car garage, the works. Even after I divorced my attorney husband of nineteen years, basically leaving all behind for the privilege of being allowed to go, I was still able to have my own home, (after a year of renting). I had a decent care, new Nissan Sentra. I’ve raised two kids and run many businesses. Must all sound pretty unbelievable to you. I tell you this because I don’t fool myself that it looks to you as though I pretty much have a bunch of nothing. I couldn’t begin to tell you the things I’ve lost, BUT I’ve still managed to cart around with me enough to fill 900 square feet and some. Why? To help me sort out who I am, who I’ve been and who I want to be from here. I know I have a lot yet I need to rid myself of. Of course it looks like junk to anyone outside of me.

Sentiments STILL Current from Archives

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http://vitriolNhumorPublicEnough.blogspot.com Taken from Archived Word Page, sentiments still current -- Friday, August 26, 2005, 7:12:08 AM
Wed., November 10, 2004, 7:58 AM I want: freedom! Freedom that comes only when I have enough money to pay for all I decide is important to me. I want, with all my heart, with all my might, with all my mind, with all my strength, with every fiber of my being; to pay my way in life. I want to pay for as fine a roof over my head as I could ever choose for any reason or any number of people I might desire to have with me. I want to be able to pay cash for any car or other vehicle I want to drive and with the luxuries available to it that I choose for my purposes. I want to be able to pay for every necessity for that vehicle, and in advance whenever I choose: licensing, insurance, tires, maintenance, etc. and any accessories I find that I would like to have with it. I would like to be able to shop for items, and in stores where I never have before, or where my experience in doing so feels as though it has been way too limited; such as: furniture stores, Saks Fifth Avenue, high end book stores, electronic stores, and so on. I want to pay my utilities ahead, at least three months and some of my bills, at least a year ahead. I WANT to pay off all of my debt from my last set of Manic-Depressive episodes. I desire, sincerely, to keep my tithing current and to pay back tithing. I want to have a laptop with all the necessary bells and whistles to do my business away from home, whether traveling, tutoring or teaching. I want to be completely comfortably established in California & able to visit family & friends.
11:37 AM I may be ready to go find a J-O-B. That, in no way means I will not continue to pursue my home businesses. It only means I need money. I do believe I will pursue calling about tutoring others.
Glenn and Janel both appeared at my door this morning as I was racing to leave for my 2nd appt. at ME’s, this one with Glendoral for Presentations, so after putting out my first flyers for Tutoring, when I got home I met with Janel about when???? was I going to pay them. Now, I have returned from handing Glenn an apology letter for Janel abt. my behavior (cavalier). Though I have real concerns, somehow I almost rejoiced after talking with her this afternoon, and find now I’m feeling very good. I have been clarifying my wanting regarding money and I think that’s a lot of it.