Part 1 of the Black Years
Part One of Amanda's Wright's Story
Friday came and went producing exactly what I predicted. The drive line had been
reconnected on the RV but it was no closer to moving on its own than it had been
the day it was towed here. Amanda Wright (who goes by Mannuq Arabians on FB
after her Native American heritage) was still trying to sell us on the idea the
ugly yellow spot of dead grass underneath it would be worse to look at than the
vehicle itself but we weren't buying it. She also had the nerve to challenge
our decision because there might not be WiFi at the new location like we somehow
owed them that. Funny how Amanda always could find an excuse not to do something
based on her needs but our needs never counted for anything with her.
On
Friday Amanda Wright's sister and the sister's fiance didn't even arrive until
well after 1 and they were gone about 3:30 or so. There were a couple of screws
missing from Dave's chainsaw so nothing was done about the storm damage. The fiance did, however, edge most of my yard with the weed eater and an area was
cleared of grass and debris for the motor-home to be parked across from the hay
barn. Without the fiance the work party as Amanda called it would have been a
total bust. I think Darryl did assist with clearing the area for the RV. No
horses were rinsed and no work was done on manes and tails but the yard looked
good other than my overgrown flower beds. Amanda had done about a third of the
little bed in the front but she hadn't finished it so I was grateful for the
edging. I definitely appreciate the hard working fiance. If Amanda or Darryl
had given me the quality of work he did, there wouldn't have been a
problem.
By this time Amanda knew the people from Florida weren't
arriving until sometime the following week. She didn't know exactly which day
though. I was still hoping to get some kind of work out of her and I knew
nothing would happen over the weekend if she knew the date of their arrival.
There was a lot of work to do and I certainly thought she owed me that much and
she wasn't denying it.
I suppose honesty was more than I should have
expected considering everything that had happened but I was still hoping some
part of Amanda was sincere. I was about to find out how truly wrong I was.
Nothing was done over the weekend to ready the horses and little was
done on the farm. Darryl waded up a couple of tarps that had been in the area
where the RV was to be moved. Amanda had fixed a narrow walkway where the mud
was bad but that had been at least a week earlier and nothing more had been
done. If Amanda did anything with the horses over the weekend, it was to feed
them lunch but I would not swear to that.
Then Monday when I went out to
put one of the stallions out, I ran into Amanda going out to the barns. She was
smoking a cigarette, something she was told she was not to do on my property so
maybe that should have been my first clue that something was up since Erin had
immediately defying my request to not smoke here when she knew she was leaving.
When I asked her why she claimed she was under such stress she had to smoke. I
reminded her second hand smoke is dangerous for her baby and there is no way to
protect him from it when it is in her clothes and hair and on her skin. She owed
it to him to stop. She ignored this information and soon after informed me they
were packing up and leaving that day. She said at least a couple of different
parties from Craigslist were interested in the RV.
I must admit this
while thing caught me off guard. They quite literally didn't have their own pot
to pee in. The thought they would up and leave abruptly hadn't occurred to me. I
didn't know what to think. As I tried to make some sense of this, I found
myself asking her where they were going. She replied they were moving in with
her sister and her fiance.
I don't recall how I exited this conversation
but I didn't say anything rude nor did I yell. I was polite even though I had
good reason to scream. My mind was racing. I had people flying in from Florida
in 4 days and Amanda Wright was leaving me high and dry. Like that wasn't bad
enough, she was planning on deserting that ugly monstrosity of a motor-home
right there next to my house where it not only would be the first thing anyone
saw coming onto my farm but where it would remain as the fire hazard that it is
so if the inevitable fire ever happened it would burn my house too. Here I had
believed she couldn't really get any lower.....and she did.
To be
continued.......
More Pieces Towards Getting There....
Well, since the RV was on your property and they were in effect abandoning it I would have called the junk man to come pick it up. I say good riddance to bad rubbish and don't let the gate hit you in the butt on the way out. They were never going to help you anyway.
ReplyDelete"inevitable fire" - yeah, we would have hauled that thing into the middle of a field and torched that pile of junk!
ReplyDeleteHope you're feeling better and getting some decent help for once!
WOW What a trainwreck!
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