Don't you hate it when you THINK you have deleted a post you started? LOL!
I THINK I am too nervous about changing internet companies tomorrow. I don't know how that is going to mess up my email...
http://micom.net/oops/
Thursday, December 22, 2011
My Crazy Neighbors
They aren't quite going away yet. Its very odd.
But t still seems they are leaving. The woman never shows up with the baby anymore, and there are boxes thrown out the door, It is getting even more odd. There was a police car in front of their house for an hour last night. Just watching... Then it just drove away.
Odder and odder...
Cars with some of them show up daily, but leave after 15 minutes. Several times a day. I can't figure out what they are doing. More weirdly, they fill a bucket of creek water and bring it inside.
A wild guess would be that their water is turned off and they need outside water to flush the toilets. But then why return?
Mysteries abound.
On a completely other subject, I got my backgammon rating up from 1420 to 1675 today, It was just a matter of game discipline. "Don't hit them, don't hit them, don't hit them". It really works. Now I have to decide whether to try to take the rating above 1700. I am sure there is a new lesson to learn after 1700. Maybe WHEN to hit. But I love the game.
But t still seems they are leaving. The woman never shows up with the baby anymore, and there are boxes thrown out the door, It is getting even more odd. There was a police car in front of their house for an hour last night. Just watching... Then it just drove away.
Odder and odder...
Cars with some of them show up daily, but leave after 15 minutes. Several times a day. I can't figure out what they are doing. More weirdly, they fill a bucket of creek water and bring it inside.
A wild guess would be that their water is turned off and they need outside water to flush the toilets. But then why return?
Mysteries abound.
On a completely other subject, I got my backgammon rating up from 1420 to 1675 today, It was just a matter of game discipline. "Don't hit them, don't hit them, don't hit them". It really works. Now I have to decide whether to try to take the rating above 1700. I am sure there is a new lesson to learn after 1700. Maybe WHEN to hit. But I love the game.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Christmas Cards
Well, I botched it this year. First, most of the cards we send from here are to cats. So I design a new cat card each year. 44 cat cards and 9 family cards this year. I seem to be running out of family but not friends of my cats.
So I use the computer to make address and return labels (neat stuff from Avery). Partly because I can't write script anymore, and partly because even my printing is getting worse, I pre-printed the cats names on the cards.
So I printed all the cards for the cats, intending to make different cards for friends and family.
Oops. In the process of "doing" the cards, I forgot the family cards and use the cat cards. So, family, sorry that the cards seemed more cat-oriented than usual. Well, just consider that any card I send that involves the cats is important to me and let it go at that. I meant well.
The other half of this is that we forgot to make a list of the cards we sent. So now that we are receiving them, we can't tell if we sent one to you or not except on the Huffington list.. If you sent one and didn't receive one, it is entirely my fault. We will make up for that next year because I will keep all the addressed envelopes we get and add it to our spreadsheet.
Feeling lame this year,
Mark
So I use the computer to make address and return labels (neat stuff from Avery). Partly because I can't write script anymore, and partly because even my printing is getting worse, I pre-printed the cats names on the cards.
So I printed all the cards for the cats, intending to make different cards for friends and family.
Oops. In the process of "doing" the cards, I forgot the family cards and use the cat cards. So, family, sorry that the cards seemed more cat-oriented than usual. Well, just consider that any card I send that involves the cats is important to me and let it go at that. I meant well.
The other half of this is that we forgot to make a list of the cards we sent. So now that we are receiving them, we can't tell if we sent one to you or not except on the Huffington list.. If you sent one and didn't receive one, it is entirely my fault. We will make up for that next year because I will keep all the addressed envelopes we get and add it to our spreadsheet.
Feeling lame this year,
Mark
Monday, December 12, 2011
My Crazy Neighbors
I THINK they have moved out!!! I happened to look out the window late Friday afternoon and saw THIS...
That is bedroom furniture packed up in the pickup truck. I couldn't tell what was packed in the other vehicle, but it's full of some stuff.
I can't be sure yet if it is ALL of them moving. There is FIG (Fat Idiot Guy), his wife SDA (Stupid Dumb Ass), his mother, and an apparently unrelated male. So it might be only some of them. But I seem to recall them moving in about this time of year (it's a rental), so it would make sense for them all to be leaving. They don't seem like people who make their landlords happy.
I haven't seen a single car in the driveway since, so it looks promising... On the other hand, a hauling trailer is still on the front lawn. Since FIG built it himself (on top of a flat boat trailer) just this Summer, I don't think he would leave it behind. But they didn't use it to haul any furniture, so maybe there is something wrong with it and he abandoned it.
I'll be watching for cleaning or maintenance trucks showing up soon!
Now, I've mentioned all the yelling screaming fights. Outdoors. Late at night.
But there were other odd things they did.
Let me count the OTHER ways...
FIG standing at the mailbox sorting through it. Some he would just toss back in the mailbox (presumably not stuff for him). But also tossed an occasional piece into the drainage easement. I'm guessing it was misdelivered mail and he just wouldn't bother to deliver it next door. I get those from time to time myself. I deliver them to the correct address.
There is an advertising "newspaper" that lands on all our driveways each Friday. I pick it up and it goes directly into the recycling bin. FIG shoves them aside of the driveway until they collect for months.
Last Spring, they removed a window screen so that they could move some odd pieces of furniture through the far bedroom window. That's fine. But the removed window screen is STILL sitting against the front of the house 8 months later.
They mowed a strip of lawn one day. The mower died. It sat there for WEEKS!
Their back yard is covered with "pink stuff". I think they are ripping out the insulation from somewhere in the house. But I dare not go look at what it really is.
The Mom there is in denial. In the last screaming fight late at night last week, she claimed it was about a cell phone. Rather strange since the wife was screaming about an evident affair the husband was having. I'll put it as delicately as I can. She was screaming "Why are you F,ing her, Why are you F,ing her, Why are you F.ing" her over and over and over at the top of her lungs at 4 a.m. I have no idea who "her" is or whether it is true. and I don't want to know. SDA is as crazy as FIG as far as I can tell.
And THAT didn't seem to be about a cell phone...
Thats when I finally went out and screamed at them to just move away. I felt bad about it afterwards, but there are limits.
I like my house and yard. Living in one place for 25 years matters. But I'm getting more concerned about the neighborhood. The neighbor on one side started building a garage then stopped halfway for several years. I've read that is a clear sign of marital problems, and they moved away suddenly this summer.
The male neighbor on the OTHER side of me had an affair with the lady next door to him. When they were found out, the male neighbor wife left him and the lady next door to THEM killed herself. Wow! He seldom stays in the house. The fence gate is BUSTED wide open! I think he drove his motorcycle through it one angry morning. There is a riding lawn mower that just stays outside in the rain in spite of there being a large storage shed in the back yard.
I told the policeman I talked to last week that I have never seen anything like this in the 25 years I lived here. He said that neighborhoods sometimes fall apart...
I got the impression that he expects to visit this neighborhood a lot more often than he has in the past. Not a good sign...
But FIG and friends moved out, so that may be good. You know what else they did? They backed their cars onto my rain-soaked lawn and left gouges in it. I had JUST gotten grass to grow near the street and they ruined it!
..........
But it gets better. Some older guy came by their house tonite, turned off all the outside lights they left on, and left the place dark as a stygian pit! I think it was the landlord. This may be my best day in months... I THINK they are really gone!
I can't be sure yet if it is ALL of them moving. There is FIG (Fat Idiot Guy), his wife SDA (Stupid Dumb Ass), his mother, and an apparently unrelated male. So it might be only some of them. But I seem to recall them moving in about this time of year (it's a rental), so it would make sense for them all to be leaving. They don't seem like people who make their landlords happy.
I haven't seen a single car in the driveway since, so it looks promising... On the other hand, a hauling trailer is still on the front lawn. Since FIG built it himself (on top of a flat boat trailer) just this Summer, I don't think he would leave it behind. But they didn't use it to haul any furniture, so maybe there is something wrong with it and he abandoned it.
I'll be watching for cleaning or maintenance trucks showing up soon!
Now, I've mentioned all the yelling screaming fights. Outdoors. Late at night.
But there were other odd things they did.
Let me count the OTHER ways...
FIG standing at the mailbox sorting through it. Some he would just toss back in the mailbox (presumably not stuff for him). But also tossed an occasional piece into the drainage easement. I'm guessing it was misdelivered mail and he just wouldn't bother to deliver it next door. I get those from time to time myself. I deliver them to the correct address.
There is an advertising "newspaper" that lands on all our driveways each Friday. I pick it up and it goes directly into the recycling bin. FIG shoves them aside of the driveway until they collect for months.
Last Spring, they removed a window screen so that they could move some odd pieces of furniture through the far bedroom window. That's fine. But the removed window screen is STILL sitting against the front of the house 8 months later.
They mowed a strip of lawn one day. The mower died. It sat there for WEEKS!
Their back yard is covered with "pink stuff". I think they are ripping out the insulation from somewhere in the house. But I dare not go look at what it really is.
The Mom there is in denial. In the last screaming fight late at night last week, she claimed it was about a cell phone. Rather strange since the wife was screaming about an evident affair the husband was having. I'll put it as delicately as I can. She was screaming "Why are you F,ing her, Why are you F,ing her, Why are you F.ing" her over and over and over at the top of her lungs at 4 a.m. I have no idea who "her" is or whether it is true. and I don't want to know. SDA is as crazy as FIG as far as I can tell.
And THAT didn't seem to be about a cell phone...
Thats when I finally went out and screamed at them to just move away. I felt bad about it afterwards, but there are limits.
I like my house and yard. Living in one place for 25 years matters. But I'm getting more concerned about the neighborhood. The neighbor on one side started building a garage then stopped halfway for several years. I've read that is a clear sign of marital problems, and they moved away suddenly this summer.
The male neighbor on the OTHER side of me had an affair with the lady next door to him. When they were found out, the male neighbor wife left him and the lady next door to THEM killed herself. Wow! He seldom stays in the house. The fence gate is BUSTED wide open! I think he drove his motorcycle through it one angry morning. There is a riding lawn mower that just stays outside in the rain in spite of there being a large storage shed in the back yard.
I told the policeman I talked to last week that I have never seen anything like this in the 25 years I lived here. He said that neighborhoods sometimes fall apart...
I got the impression that he expects to visit this neighborhood a lot more often than he has in the past. Not a good sign...
But FIG and friends moved out, so that may be good. You know what else they did? They backed their cars onto my rain-soaked lawn and left gouges in it. I had JUST gotten grass to grow near the street and they ruined it!
..........
But it gets better. Some older guy came by their house tonite, turned off all the outside lights they left on, and left the place dark as a stygian pit! I think it was the landlord. This may be my best day in months... I THINK they are really gone!
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Fun With The old Watch
I have a very old digital watch. My Dad bought this digital watch for me when I was about 16. It didn't cost much, but it has simple time/date controls and it keeps perfect time. I have it on a simple velcro watchstrap (I'm not into BLING).
It keeps near-perfect time and it suits me well, so for 44 years, all I've had to do is get the battery replaced every couple years. I've spent more money on batteries than the watch cost. More on velcro straps, too.
It's fun bringing it to the local jeweler, The same old guy is there every time, and every time he mentions that he hasn't seen a watch like that in 30 years. I think he means it, just that he forgets he saw MINE a couple years before. But I get to tell the story of the watch, and it seems to please him. I wonder who is pleasing who, sometimes, but he seems sincere.
Someday, the watch is just going to die. I hope it lasts as long as I do, at least. I'd hate to have to get used to a new one. It is strange sometimes, looking at that watch. Like looking at the strange light bulb way up in the ceiling of a warehouse that has been lit for longer than anyone can remember.
If you'll forgive a similar memory, there was an odd Santa Claus head bulb in our old Christmas tree lights when I was young. Dad remembered it from when HE was young. One year, it finally didn't light. I missed that bulb, but I know that Dad missed it more. It was something he trusted to keep going on.
Like I do my watch...
It keeps near-perfect time and it suits me well, so for 44 years, all I've had to do is get the battery replaced every couple years. I've spent more money on batteries than the watch cost. More on velcro straps, too.
It's fun bringing it to the local jeweler, The same old guy is there every time, and every time he mentions that he hasn't seen a watch like that in 30 years. I think he means it, just that he forgets he saw MINE a couple years before. But I get to tell the story of the watch, and it seems to please him. I wonder who is pleasing who, sometimes, but he seems sincere.
Someday, the watch is just going to die. I hope it lasts as long as I do, at least. I'd hate to have to get used to a new one. It is strange sometimes, looking at that watch. Like looking at the strange light bulb way up in the ceiling of a warehouse that has been lit for longer than anyone can remember.
If you'll forgive a similar memory, there was an odd Santa Claus head bulb in our old Christmas tree lights when I was young. Dad remembered it from when HE was young. One year, it finally didn't light. I missed that bulb, but I know that Dad missed it more. It was something he trusted to keep going on.
Like I do my watch...
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
My Crazy Neighbors
There are apparently 2 couples and a Mother in the rental house across the street. The problem is FIG (Fat Idiot Guy) and his wife SDA (Stupid Dumb Ass). She screams at him outside and always late at night, that he is (let's just say "having an affair"). The language is much more graphic... He uses the baby(?) and his car as a weapon. He tries to drive off and she stands in front of the car screaming. She pounds on the hood of the car and he bumps the car forward a few feet at a time to push her away. Eventually she gives up and screams at him until he peels out of sight through the neighborhood.
I had to call the cops once because he took their phone and she said he beat her and took the baby and she asked for help calling the police. But she seems as nuts as he is...
I hate the term "trailer trash", but boy do they fit the stereotype.
They are all entirely crazy.
The older woman is FIG's mother and the guy next door seems to be her "ex". They all have screaming ranting raging arguments at night, about once a week in good weather, less often in Fall/Winter. Meaning that FIG screams raging at his mother, too. I can't even tell you what he calls her sometimes. Not the ex, he seems resigned to the situation and preturnaturally calm about it.
After the 5th or 6th MAJOR event, I finally went out and yelled at them that I wished they would move away. I wasn't polite about it and used "bad words". And I didn't feel pleased with myself afterwards. And when the police showed up (as is becoming a routine), I yelled about the neighbors.
I got "talked to" by the cops for "yelling"... That's somewhere between irony and ludicrousness.
The Ex is no gem either. He did some suspicious deal to get a designated wetland across the street rezoned for a house. He even bragged to me about it once . So I can't think much of him either. I should investigate that deal one day. Might be a local political scandal in there somewhere.
All that was a week ago. And there were cop cars in front of their house again this past night. I HOPE that FIG broke a no-visit zone, but thats just a guess. There MIGHT be a crime ring there. Couple months ago, the cops were there about some thefts involving FIGs car. Sadly, they didn't haul his ass away.
I've lived here 25 years and never seen anything like this before. I look out the window every day hoping to see a moving van appear. But it never does show up.
I should move...
I had to call the cops once because he took their phone and she said he beat her and took the baby and she asked for help calling the police. But she seems as nuts as he is...
I hate the term "trailer trash", but boy do they fit the stereotype.
They are all entirely crazy.
The older woman is FIG's mother and the guy next door seems to be her "ex". They all have screaming ranting raging arguments at night, about once a week in good weather, less often in Fall/Winter. Meaning that FIG screams raging at his mother, too. I can't even tell you what he calls her sometimes. Not the ex, he seems resigned to the situation and preturnaturally calm about it.
After the 5th or 6th MAJOR event, I finally went out and yelled at them that I wished they would move away. I wasn't polite about it and used "bad words". And I didn't feel pleased with myself afterwards. And when the police showed up (as is becoming a routine), I yelled about the neighbors.
I got "talked to" by the cops for "yelling"... That's somewhere between irony and ludicrousness.
The Ex is no gem either. He did some suspicious deal to get a designated wetland across the street rezoned for a house. He even bragged to me about it once . So I can't think much of him either. I should investigate that deal one day. Might be a local political scandal in there somewhere.
All that was a week ago. And there were cop cars in front of their house again this past night. I HOPE that FIG broke a no-visit zone, but thats just a guess. There MIGHT be a crime ring there. Couple months ago, the cops were there about some thefts involving FIGs car. Sadly, they didn't haul his ass away.
I've lived here 25 years and never seen anything like this before. I look out the window every day hoping to see a moving van appear. But it never does show up.
I should move...
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