Oh, yes, yes, yes, YES!!! When I was out on a late-night walk I
saw that the house on the opposite corner was up for sale. This is awesome!
This is the one where the contractor would sometimes saw and hammer shit in his
garage ALL day long. I recently saw a huge U-Haul over there and was hoping it
meant they were moving, but I had my doubts because they seemed too young for
downsizing or nursing homes.
I never did complain on them, as close as I was to doing so
because I knew it wouldn’t do me any good. It’s all considered daytime noise,
and while you can’t leave dogs outdoors round the clock here, there are no
special rules about noise here any more than there is elsewhere. However, my
guess is that they got complained on for the daily racket they used to make and
that I actually haven’t heard in many months by the house next to them. No
matter where you live, that’s got to be a bit much for just about anyone to
listen to as often as it used to go on. So I suspect that the house with the
kids started to move because they were fed up with it so close to their place,
complained, got them to shut up, decided to stay here, but then the contractor
decided it was time to return to the mainstream where noise like that is more
tolerated. Hopefully, whoever moves in there won’t use the garage for the same
reasons. That’s a BIG house, too. I’m guessing three or four bedrooms.
That’s the good news. The bad news (besides the fact that the
earaches, dizzies and heartburn are back) is that there are signs all over the
park for Oktoberfest and the live band they plan to have. First time I’ve seen
signs around the park for an event. If that live band isn’t indoors you bet I’m
going to complain on that one for sure! We came here to escape other people’s
music (among other things), not to have to listen to the thumping of base in
here for several hours, regardless of how seldom it may be. I don’t make others
listen to my music and their music shouldn’t be forced on me either. I think
that by allowing this shit it only helps pave the way for loud car stereos to
end up in here like crazy. It isn’t that they currently have any rules banning
them, but I think that allowing live bands would only encourage people to blast
car stereos more often.
Just took my daily ibuprofen as my ear is at its worst ever. I
also had an earache which called for them when I got up to pee. Really think I
might need my head x-rayed or something. I hate to add yet more appointments to
the calendar, but this is ridiculous. Really don’t think this is just damaged
nerves. It wouldn’t have taken a decade to affect me if that was the case.
Something ain’t kosher.
Walked for 18 minutes and felt fine afterward.
Had a couple of Aly dreams. In one of them, I convinced her to
take me to work with her, hoping we could patch things up this way, but hanging
out with her at work really meant waiting for her in her car, LOL.
She waved to a couple of people who were outside their homes
along the way, and I thought wow, she really knows a lot of people around here.
Then it hit me that we were on opposite schedules and it was to
be too hot to be sitting in a car all day. I begged her to turn around and take
me back, apologizing profusely for not thinking ahead.
Sure enough, she was pissed and she did a screeching U-turn to
bring me back.
Then in another dream, we were happily hugging each other, glad
to have made up and decided to be friends again. I was practically in tears of
joy, but you know what? She threw me away like yesterday’s trash in reality and
I’m not “trash” that can be recycled. Not if I’m smart I won’t be. Even if we
were suddenly friends again, I couldn’t trust her or believe everything she
told me. I would also just worry that she was going to dump me again. So if I’m
smart I’ll ignore any contact from her, but I honestly don’t expect to ever
hear from her. She’s pretty determined and set in her mind to keep me out of
her life.
I also had a dream about rearranging around 20 bottles of nail
polish of all different colors and being by a swimming pool on a cruise ship.
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