I hate them, I do. Really and truly. It’s bad enough when they go off during “normalish” hours, but 4am? Does anyone ever pay attention to them, anyway? It seems that they are so ubiquitous that it defeats the purpose of having one.
And my new neighbors? Noisy as hell. They also have two out-of-control Pit Bulls, and they have absolutely no common sense about handling the dogs. Across-the-hall neighbor says they let the dogs pee when they’re on the balcony, so it drips down onto her patio. Nice. She also said that she’s seen them bring their dogs to my patio to relieve themselves. I wondered who was leaving the messes, because I did notice, and because I damned well pick up after my own dog. And now I pick up after everyone else’s, too, apparently. I’m sorry, but if you are squeamish about it, the least you could do is take your dog to the far side of the field, instead of right-friggin’-next-to other people’s patios.
Grrr. Across-the-hall neighbor works for the property management company. She said that a 57 year old woman was the one who put in the application, etc., not two college age girls and their boyfriends. She said she was pretty happy, thinking that the new tenant (singular!) would be quiet. Ha! My guess is that the girls’ mother is the one who applied for the apartment and signed all the paperwork. I can sort of understand that, if she’s the one footing the bill, but it seems a little dishonest to sign a lease when you know that you aren’t the one who’s going to be occupying the property.
Serenity now!
Maple Tree, Mount Gilead Cemetery
red paper boat 