On this day, the ancient Greeks celebrated the 'Feast of the Stolen Fire' in honor of the old Titan god, Prometheus, who stole fire from the gods and presented it to mortals, thus saving the human race. For this, he was bound to a mountain and punished for centuries. Many lamps were lit in his honor on this day.
Fire is a very powerful symbol, human progress did not begin until we established fire. The gift of fire opened the door to so many things such as cooking our food, melting metals, and providing warmth in the winter. It represents the start of civilization, consciousness, new ideas, and symbolizes man's development of art and technology with its promise to better our lives, but not without respect for it and the gods.
This was a busy weekend for me. On Saturday, we were apartment hunting the entire day, and I do believe I may have found the place of my dreams. Now, I just have to wait for the credit check. I'm now on pins and needles. I know I passed the last one, but this is a different kind of place. It's both condos and regular apartments, and they are gorgeous...and hubby decided that it would be best just putting the lease in my name since he is on unemployment. That way, they only needed my check stubs. Big mistake, in my book, but I couldn't talk him out of it. Not only is there still a stigma about renting to women, except for those who are wealthy, but also I am getting up in age, 3 years from retirement. I have to wonder if they will look at those things. I think it would have been best to have two incomes on the application. Even if one is unemployment, it still beats my one salary.
At any rate, I'm locked into a move date, which is both good and bad. It's good because there is no backing down now and bad because, 'what if I don't find a place by then?' What do I do? This weekend I spoke with my landlady, and she actually got quite angry that I didn't file a police report the other night. See, she has been harassing me to call the police on the brothers and get reports every chance I get. This is all a part of their family feud, and I am just tired of it. She has no concerns over my welfare and safety...absolutely no concerns that I work some late nights and don't want to have to be looking over my shoulder. No concerns that hubby has a car which they can easily have one of their cohorts vandalize. No, it's all about her and this feud which she keeps going. Wish I knew what started it in the first place because the end seems nowhere in sight. But soon, it won't be my worry anymore.
I'll be sure to let you know as soon as I hear one way or the other. Keep your fingers crossed.