Let’s see… Bob was loud for the second time this month, part of me wishes I could move to my sister’s park, and Tom will be home early today. They’re having a party he doesn’t feel like attending. Sometimes he attends, sometimes he doesn’t. I guess this one just doesn’t excite him for some reason. 

Since non-stop running can get boring, I’m doing sprints every half hour on the treadmill where I will run for a minute or two at a time. It adds up over the course of the day. 

I had a dream I was someplace that seemed similar to Valleyhead, which means I was probably there against my will. Especially since my dream self thought it was a good thing that I was finally adjusting to accepting where I was. Someone asked me if I wanted to attend some dance with them and a bunch of others. I said I’d love to but that I had visitors. 

No change in Lori or Lisa’s Facebook accounts, but June might have gotten my message because I suddenly can’t see anything on her page. I’m surprised she didn’t just block me. This still doesn’t mean, for example, that Doc C got my messages. They still might not have gone through or they might be sitting unread in her other box. Truthfully, though, I haven’t heard any complaints about messages not going through on Facebook in a while, so that leaves the other box, or her seeing it and then marking it as unread. 

Back to Bob. Yeah, he started his shit for the second time this month. Really worried that it’s going to escalate from here to every week or biweekly because this was the time last year that it escalated until I talked to him in October. 

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in life it’s that the only way to solve problems with people is to take care of it yourself. You can’t depend on others (Joy) to help you. And I WILL put a stop to it if it escalates as I’m sure it will. I just don’t know how I’m going to go about it just yet without smashing his toys over his fucking head. 

I don’t care how long he’s been here, I don’t care how nice he is otherwise… making such loud sounds unnecessarily when you’re so close to other homes is rude. But I’m through asking neighbors to quiet down (or in this case not use things that make such loud sounds). Asking politely doesn’t help and neither does screaming at them, threatening them, giving them ultimatums, or going to a third party. Only I can do something about it. Seriously, I’m the only one that can make it stop. He’s not going to stop on his own until he’s dead or disabled, and no one else is going to make him stop either. 

I am just so sick and fucking tired of getting next to the noisier people in life and I will never again live where there's a garage or driveway so close to us. Ever. Most others around here are quiet and respectful and I don’t see why he can’t give us the same respect and consideration we’ve given him and his wife. We never make them listen to us. The only time he hears from us is when we’re landscaping. 

He did say he’d let me know when he was going to be doing a lot of sawing (oh God), but I don’t know how well his memory works, and not everyone does what they say they’re gonna do anyway. If I knew it would only be once or twice a month for an hour or two… fine, I could live with that. But I don’t know. That’s part of what makes it so damn maddening. 

I really thought garages would be a good thing as they provide a bit of a buffer between the houses, but I had no idea that they were going to go using them as workshops. I’ve only seen one person use the carport for woodworking. All the others were in garages. 

Tammy's lucky. Nothing but houses and grass where she is. My only concern would be visiting brats screaming up the storm on the greenbelt behind her place and being so close to the clubhouse. She’s only been there three weeks but she says it’s very quiet and she never hears motorcycles or car stereos. I don’t know about individuals taking care of plants and stuff around their homes, but the grass is mowed throughout the entire area just once a week. There are no really loud blowers because their trees don’t lose leaves the way ours do. 

I just think it’s pretty sad to know that I still have to blast sound machines if I don’t want to hear the shit that goes on around here during the daytime. Yes, some days are quiet, but not nearly as many as I would have thought and would have expected for being in a retirement community. A fucking 80-something-year-old man can be just as noisy as a screaming toddler or a 20-something-year-old welfare bum. 

Life in general has gotten noisier and the park recognizes this. Therefore noise is just as accepted here as it is in the mainstream as long as it’s not at night, and they even started allowing motorcycles here. Kind of makes you wonder what the point is of having a retirement community, but I guess what matters most to people is being around people their own age. Next thing you know, though, they’ll be allowing mutts over 25 pounds. Then they’ll be allowed to toss them outside. 

I’m just sick of the cock neighbors! Males make the worst of neighbors, not that all my female neighbors have been quiet in the past. But the females rarely use loud power tools. The only ones I’ve seen/heard making noise around our home and in other parts of the park were males only. 

I don’t want Bob to die or fall ill since he’s quiet otherwise and his wife is always quiet, but I sure wish he’d get sick of the woodworking.