Worried

Lately bad news has been coming in the form of little white and manilla envelopes delivered daily by the mail person. I cringe going to the mailbox. Not because of bills which I rarely get in the mail, those come online. :-)  Apparently, this building either has been sold or at the very least  under new management. A letter arrived stating a new management company has taken over then more letters from them stuffed with papers and overstuffed with papers with the new house rules and regulations. Some I agree with and make sense and if I was renting a place I would use them. But other rules make you feel like you are under house arrest all that is missing is the ankle bracelet. 

Over the past week I have seen more addendums to my lease  that I now have made a shoebox just for them. This is way too much for my nerves to take in my middle age. Never in my unwildest dreams did I imagine my almost golden years like this. Yes, I know it could be worse and it has been worse and yes you can look at the glass half empty or full type of thing. I have tried to be an optimistic for most of my adult life and viewed the glass as half full but it seems half empty and draining fast. They say hard work pays off and numerous quotes about what God gives you.  But, all of the drama in between and the waiting is taking a toll, a visible toll, not on me but my mother. Every day I see the look of worry in her eyes and hear it in her voice and see it in her walk. It pains me to see her like this in her golden years and pains me because there is nothing I can do right now today. 
 At least the weather is nice. :-)