New Home Mojo

Breathing deeply...
the lady upstairs says "the rest of the yard is off-limits"
the man upstairs grumbles about "kids who stay up all night and sleep all day, I never heard of such a thing" to poor Eli, who was foolish enough to park in the driveway.
Hayden's bedroom door is locked and it's a key lock. I have no key.
The rental agency called me today. We're gonna have a meeting. I want the advertised backyard with a pond (I'll happily always supervise Hayden back there) and access to the hot tub and fire pit. I warned them of my company for the weekend, for my birthday. Folks have been popping by to see the new place and enjoy my beginning. The fresh unto summer vacation kids have been over ~ and up all night ~ not loud, away from the upstairs bedrooms. If my incense and smelly oil-burning thingamadohickey (gift from DeLila) are overwhelming them with scent and *smoke,* I will happily abstain from lighting them (though I must say the burger I fried was much, much worse on the pollution scale). It was also advertised that smoking was acceptable on the deck, where we smoke. I did notice when their kitchen windows were open and moved accordingly.
Tabby's gonna get some facts straight (true parameters) with her boss man and the landlord (the son of the folks upstairs) before we actually meet. I gave her my perspective. With a great spin of making it work, cooperating.
She says not to worry.
I'm not worried.
And ya know what? I'll even move out.
If it's just not a good match, it's just not.
Give me two weeks (preferably rent free); I'll finish sorting my crap at the other house and I'll move into the next most perfect place.
This was fun.
It still could be.
So could somewhere else...
All is as it should be.