“A man will fight harder for his interests than for his rights.”
The obvious questions is why in the heck aren’t I outside as today is as amazing as yesterday. It is 70° beautiful degrees, I’m in the midst of a good book and the deck is pristine so what’s with my being in the house. Well, it’s this way: the people in the house on the next street whose house backs mine are playing music so loudly I could sing along if I were so inclined. They carry on conversations by yelling over the music, and I could join those as well as I can hear every word. I tried outside but was driven back inside by the noise. I am not a rap fan.
I met the female side of those neighbors last year. I was next door talking to her neighbor when she came over. Her hair was in curlers, the kind we used to use in high school which were so big we couldn’t sleep comfortably. She had a kerchief over them, again a throwback. She had a cigarette hanging out of the side of her mouth. Her purpose in coming over was to ask why I kept yelling out my back door for Millie. She said it was annoying. I told her that it couldn’t be all that loud as I was calling for Gracie to come inside the house. I didn’t mention the music as today isn’t the first time; it is a summer problem whenever one of them is working in the yard. I also didn’t mention the language I often hear from her mouth when she and her husband fight. I took the high road as the low road was already taken.
Once, when I was young, two neighbors got into a fist fight in the backyard, the backyard we all shared. All the neighbors came out to watch two grown men fighting and rolling all over the grass. The fight had started over a comment about one man’s wife who was German. This was maybe ten years after WWII had ended, and the comment came from a veteran who still harbored anti-German sentiments. I don’t remember how the fight ended, but in my mind’s eye I can still see them rolling on the grass and down the hill.
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June 10, 2012 at 10:58 am
Thankfully none of my neighbors are like that! I actually think it is a bit too quiet 🙂 I can be heard all over this part of the village when I call for Orvar that usually wanders away somewhere 🙂
But we’ll soon get new neighbors since the new owner of the cottage my neighbors just sold to him (he wanted the land not the house) is going to sell it. Two people from Stockholm is coming down to look at it. I do hope they’ll fit in easily. We’ve had some really strange people living here and it would be so nice if normal ones could move here 🙂 🙂 🙂
Grey sky with showers every now and again over here, but fairly warm so it has been a rather nice day.
Have a great day!
Christer.
June 10, 2012 at 5:01 pm
Christer,
My neighbors on the street are wonderful. The house beside me, though, is a rental and often noisy in the summer. I have gotten to the point where I will call the police as the owner chose to do nothing.
I hope your new neighbors are perfectly wonderful!
The day stayed beautiful and warm.
June 10, 2012 at 11:33 am
If you saw Sunday Morning today on CBS, they did a cover story on the feud between the ‘Hatfields and the McCoys’ which raged from the Civil War era into the 20th century. I don’t think you will have to resort to gun play, but you may want to buy a bull horn and a compressed air horn. So, what can you do when the Bumpasses’ move in next door? (See the movie a Summer Story for an explanation) Maybe you will have to purchase a good set of noise canceling headphones and listen to music and your TV continuously during normal waking hours 🙂 Hopefully, your town has an ordinance that describes when disturbing the peace can be enforced by the police. Usually it’s after nine or ten at night.
Today the sun is shinning again and it will be hot. You must remember that Dallas is on the same latitude as the Sahara desert.
June 10, 2012 at 5:04 pm
Bob,
I was listening to classical music on the deck once when they started with the loud stuff. I turned up my music so I could hear it. They did the same. I went into the house.
The noise is never at night from that house, only weekends. The house beside me does get noisy in the summer as it is a rental. I am going to call the police this summer as I spoke to the owner and he didn’t seem to care. My neighbors from across the street also called him and nothing happened. Time for the cruiser to drop by to visit!
It never occurred to me about Dallas and the Sahara!
June 10, 2012 at 1:41 pm
Oh, rap is torture.
I just came home. The streets are nearly empty and very quiet,
because everybody (well, at least 99%) is watching soccer on TV.
But now I have to join the 99% (Italy-Spain) 🙂
June 10, 2012 at 5:06 pm
Birgit,
Yes, it is indeed torture!
My sister lives in Colorado. When the Broncos (an American football team) was always winning, the same thing happened with empty streets and stores.
June 10, 2012 at 7:58 pm
Much better tune:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ge-cNfosrMU
Cheers
June 10, 2012 at 8:25 pm
minicapt,
I remember this movie and the scene where she sings this!
June 10, 2012 at 3:16 pm
Hi Kat,
I’m so happy my neighbors are relatively quiet types. The only noise I hear, usually, is the kids bouncing basketballs out in the street. It’s the sound of summer in my neighborhood.
Hope your anachronistic neighbor quiets down enough for you to enjoy some time on the deck.
June 10, 2012 at 5:08 pm
Hi Caryn,
My close neighbors are pretty quiet and during the week the whole neighborhood is quiet as most people work. In the summer, I do hear the kids playing in their yard but it isn’t all that loud or annoying.
I did get the late afternoon on the deck!
June 10, 2012 at 9:12 pm
Better mark this post for the Coffee book. It has a whole new slant on your summer neighbors. Only once did we live next to two drunks. My Mother was convinced sooner or later one would kill the other one. Asking them not to use 4 letter words because of us kids and our friends fell on deaf ears. We kids used to go out the attic window onto a fancy railed in area purely cosmetic and get an ear full. Once he threw a bottle at her and hit her in the head and we waited it out for the emergency ambulance. It became a quiet night but like most kids we spread the rumor we saw him murder her. She showed up a week later and the drinking and fights continued. Both worked for the Defense Department. Defense during the day, Offense at night.
June 10, 2012 at 9:59 pm
Z&Me,
It seems we were all drawn to the craziness of adults when we are children. My fighting neighbors (and it seems your couple) were so different from all the other adults in our lives we had to watch.
I figure we’d can’t avoid them. They’re out there!