To my utter shock and definite relief, next door’s antics only lasted for about 3 hours. They played with the sprinkler, barbecued, screamed bloody murder, and basically took over the entire yard. Even mom and daughter must’ve been annoyed. If I’d known it’d only be for a few hours I never would’ve stepped out back to ask how long they’d be there, but oh well. I don’t give a shit because they drove me infuckingsane! I could hear screaming over the earplug, fan and sound machine, that’s how obnoxious they were. I stepped out to find Patty playing a game on a table with the animal’s mother on the patio. The youngest kid said, “Look, I caught a frog.” I smiled politely at him and had to call out to Patty twice to be heard over all the screaming. I asked if I could talk to her. She looked at me as if to say, “Where the hell did you come from?” but instead she said she was in the middle of a board game. I told her I wasn’t feeling well and asked how long she expected to have company. She said, “Well, until they’re ready to leave.” In other words, “They’re going to be here as long as they want, they’re going to be as loud as they want, and if you don’t like it, tough shit!” Instead, however, she said she was sorry I wasn’t feeling well. It was said with a mixture of irritation and snobbishness, too. So knowing I was wasting my time, I slammed back in here and blasted the music until they left and I was ready for bed. I was too pissed to write or do much of anything else anyway. In the past, I’d do all I could do to keep the peace with neighbors, but now I just don’t give a shit anymore. I was nice to her, I was quiet, I gave her a puzzle, and this is what I get for it. She has not one ounce of consideration and I can tell you right now that I’m so, so fucking sick of being the quiet one. The respectful one. The one who’s considerate. And now I’m tired of being considerate of those who don’t give a damn about me or anyone else! The urge to blast my stereo is overwhelming as hell, but I’m going to hold off until we give notice unless the animals return so that it doesn’t go egging her on to turn the TV up even louder when he’s trying to sleep in the living room. He sleeps along the dividing wall, and everyone who lives over there seems to love to put the TV along that wall. It’ll be up to her how soon I blast off. The ball’s in her court. It’s her move, but in the end there, quiet or not, I promise I’ll be like everyone else and I’ll live life as I see fit, totally oblivious to those around me! I’ll be in my own little world that no one can penetrate. Tom says to do what I have to do, even though there’d be a slight risk of us having a hard time renting a place if we get complained on. Oh, I intend to do what I have to do alright!

As of yet, the TV went on and the dog was put out back for the day just before 6:30. The TV can’t be heard so far over the fan, but without the fan, it’s very easy to hear. I wish little needles with sprout up from the ground in back every few inches or so. That’d keep the fucking beast from taking a shit fit right by the bedroom!

Doesn’t this bitch realize that her company was just as rude to her as they were to me? When you bring unruly kids you don’t discipline or teach any manners to over to a place someone’s renting, you not only annoy their neighbors, but you risk getting them complained on as well.

I’m not even bothering to tell her when we give notice. Fuck her. In fact, I told Tom that I want him to try not to give notice till right before they close on the 1st because I don’t want her to know when we’re moving and to have Pam send any buddies over to check the place out. I want her to get a stranger that’ll drive her insane! I already took down the front wind chimes as a throw-off. I don’t care what Tom tells Pam. He can politely tell her the truth and let her know that the barking, TV and door-slamming have simply gotten old. By waiting till the last minute, the fat bitch will be more than likely to have already paid her rent (assuming she doesn’t mail it) so Pam probably won’t have the opportunity to tell her we gave notice.

I don’t know about others, but I think it’s rude to throw your dog outside for so long with others living so close, no matter how quiet the thing is overall. Same with the company. You shouldn’t bring screaming kids to a place so close to others, especially one connected to others. Some may argue that she has a right to pets and company, but it’s just as easy for me to argue back saying that I have a right to live in peace! I can’t believe this is the same person who came knocking on the door to apologize for her housekeeper bringing over her dog and to say how bad she felt because I’d just told her she was quiet. You know, the one who said she didn’t want any problems with her neighbors? It’s scary how quickly and how drastically people can change! And this bitch is not quiet! She’s not the noisiest neighbor I’ve had, but she gets worse and worse with time and I don’t know why. Could it be because she’s saying to herself, “Well, they’re moving soon, so what the hell?”

While they were rudely partying up a storm, I wished so badly that I worked too, not only to double our income but because neither of us would ever know about this 3-hour nightmare. However, God wouldn’t have given me this schedule curse in the first place if He wanted me to double our income and escape any shit on the home front.

If I’d been asked when she first moved in which one I thought was worse, her or Bev, I’d have said they were about equal, but no more! Bev didn’t have the dog or the TV blaring. The question now is, how often will the animals visit and will they always be just 3-hour visits? Or will they end up staying for days?

I was surprised to learn from Tom that it was quiet between the time he got in and crashed. She really didn’t seem the least bit happy to see me yesterday, so I thought she’d react childishly like the Vista Ventana bitch and slam around every chance she got, but as of yet, she’s sticking to the usual routine of dog and TV. Well, if I can stay on days till we leave, and I certainly plan to do my best, I can live with that much as long as nothing else happens or what I’ve already got to deal with doesn’t worsen. But God help her once we get down to the last few days! Maybe even the last few weeks. Yes, someone else is going to fall under a little noise curse of their own for once! How I’d love to come back here around midnight one night and turn on her front and back faucets! She’d not only have quite a wet mess, but she’d have to pay for all that water.

We’ve even decided to postpone the yard sale. Not just because I don’t want to see these people, but because it’s a busy street and we know we’d be better off doing it at a real house. That way we could also meet those around us and get a better idea of just who’s annoying us over there. The more we know, the more ammo we have if they provoke us into having to take any action of any kind against them. How I’d love to sue someone! Oh God, if you won’t let us win big by way of the lottery or sweepstakes, please let us sue someone!

Nah, He’d only protect them. No matter how much of a case I had, and I have had cases before, He’s gotta always protect my perps. I just wish I knew why He keeps sending me all these people to pick on me. I can see if I screwed them over and asked for what I got, but this is totally insane and old. I don’t even have to look for trouble. It comes looking for me and does a grand job of finding me, too!

Later…

A blue car that looks like Bev’s was here, and now the red pickup’s here. Surprisingly, she pulled the dog in not long after she first let it out, but then I heard it barking inside the back door when the first of her company arrived like it wanted to escape whoever it was. I don’t know if she let it out or shut the door because I sought escape through music. Headphones, that is, until and if the animals return. I hope I at least got the part about them being out-of-towners right so that they’ll move on soon if they haven’t already.

Someone ought to report her lazy ass to the Disability people. Just like with the last one, there’s not a damn thing disabled about Miss Fatty Patty here. The only thing that’s become disabled is her consideration for others. And that ain’t no “service dog” either, I’m sure. How can it service her? By annoying her neighbors? I bet she’d spite next door with it just to spite me by letting it bark its ass off at the dividing fence. A lot of people are like that; they don’t care who they have to burn or annoy along the way in order to get to the one they’re really after. She’d probably even risk the dog’s life itself by pissing off the wrong person with it. One who would poison it or something. We checked out poison ourselves but found that you have to give it many large doses in order for it to be effective, which totally figures.

Well, if there’s any good in it it’s that we should have roughly 45 days to go of living with her and her beast, assuming we leave a few days early. You usually are given the keys at the end of the month. In the meantime, I deal with it by telling myself as often as I have to that the time will pass fast enough and she’ll be just another memory just like Bev is. The thought of being replaced with other rude assholes sort of dampens the excitement of knowing that I only have a little over a month to deal with whatever shit this one dishes at me.

I just hope her next neighbor drives her up the wall! A couple of college dudes would be just perfect for her, if not a pack of freeloaders. I don’t know if Pam would sic that on her, but she considered siccing a hippie on us, so maybe she won’t care as long as they pay first month and the deposit.

Meanwhile, next door’s been quieter. It’s like they’ve swapped off with her or something. Then again, I’ve been asleep during their most active times.

Later…

The pickup’s gone, and if it’s anything like old times, the dog will be in for the day and there won’t be any more company either. Just the TV.

It really sucks, though, to wake up each day never knowing what to expect from this rude bitch!

Later…

Yay! My samples are being shipped today. Guess that means I’ll get them on Monday.

My date palm also has spider mites, but I’m not getting rid of it! I sprayed and dusted the webs off. It figures my favorite kind of trees in the whole world (palms) have to have these things!

Here’s vehicle #3, the big maroon pickup. At least there are no screaming, banging animals!