When I moved where I am now, my landlord was 90 years old.  Even before renting, we discussed his age and how he had already informed his children his wishes, regarding his rentals.  He told me what he wanted them to do was to sell all the properties, offering them for sale to current owners. Well, that didn't happen.  When he passed, the son in charge of his 'financials' ... bought them all.  I told him his father is 'turning over in his grave'.  Not my business, I was just sharing his father's conversations he had with me.
      The reason why his father felt that way was because he felt they could not be effective, good landlords, not living here local.  His son, my current landlord, lives in the San Diego area, California. Renters got a letter informing us of the change, and that he planned on coming back several times a year, for maintenance of them.
       Originally, it worked fine.  This last trip was canceled because he had a back injury (keeping in mind everything he has to do back here is 'physical' in nature, on some level.  This year, for the 4th, the store closed and I had a floater ... couldn't go, landlord coming back that weekend.
      The first day he came, he did some foundation work, started a fan, and opened the cellar windows to try and dry out all the water and dampness that dripped down there - from a broken spigot outside that happened this past winter.  I've been getting a bout with mold/fungi ... I think this was no doubt part of my problem.  He said he would come back on Wednesday morning to shut off the fan and close and lock the windows. 
      When I got home from work, I could see nothing was different.  I sat down to check my email. There's an email from him ... saying, "As I sit here in the DENVER airport, I just realized that I FORGOT to come back.  Oh, terrific, so ... here is a visual demonstration of my dilemma.
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      The rest of the story:
      One helper blew me off.  The neighbor's son got himself in trouble for coming home late.  I was gone most of the day, but earlier this evening Brenton came over and took care of my dilemma.  He is quite tall.  As he was just finishing the second one, I commented to him I should have video taped him!
      Thanks, Brenton; you were my angel today.  Later, I will be tossing him a five-dollar bill for helping me.  So, for now, all done, all good.  And now I can begin trying to 'green back up' ... his (the landlord) yard. ~nrl