danagryphon: (Aleksei)
The holiday weekend was very nice. I ended up working from home all last week, being sans car. The office closed early Wed, which gave me time to go on a mad cleaning spree (to me, one of the best parts of holidays is a CLEAN HOUSE). M took me to go do shopping for Turkey Day dinner Tuesday night, and I managed to score an 18 lb fresh turkey from Shaws for free. We had 8 for dinner, a nice round number that meant I got to put both leaves in my new table for the first time, but we weren't too crowded (the table can seat 12 if you are very, very friendly). The boys ate the two drumsticks (where did THAT come from? they've never shown interest in the drumsticks before?!), and there were plenty of leftovers, even after sending a doggie bag of turkey home with [livejournal.com profile] chrystie69  for her boys.

Skiing trip drama... )

MY Friday was all about SEWING! My neighbor (D) and her daughter (R) (and one of their friends) came over to work on garb. D came to Duello and bought a dress (on payments, so she doesn't actually have it yet), in Italian Ren style. She needed a chemise to go with it, and I also wanted to make a dress in a matching style for R, who is an adorable little slip of a thing. So R picked out some fabric from my stash of leftovers, and I made her an equally adorable emerald green gown (velvet bodice, taffeta skirt) and royal blue underdress. She looks absolutely fabu, if I do say so myself. I still need to put some trim on the neckline, the eyelets to tie on the two part sleeves, and some hooks to close various parts, but it will be done for this Saturday, when they are hoping to come to the Bergental/BBM Yule event (if we can work out the money; she's on a very limited budget). So R now has the clothes to go with her nickname of "princess". ;)

Speaking of Yule, I will have spiffy new Russian BLING garb. The green and white Quintavia coat has turned into a Yule coat, with the addition of some cranberry red fabric, about 10 yards of gold braid, and lots of (real) pearls. Here's the front in progress:


I actually finished the rest of it last night, except for the buttons (which are gold and fake pearl, and are perfect). It's got a gold satin lining, and more of the cranberry and gold trim around the sleeves and the bottom. I would like to put some more pearls on the collar, but that might not happen until later. I cut out the yellow linen for the tunic that will go under it, as well as the fabric for the matching green, white, and cranberry hat (because this is Russian, after all, and we're all about the HATS!). I still have some more of the pearls, and of the gold cabochons, but no more of the settings for them, and couldn't find more at JoAnns. If I can get more of those, I am hoping to put some on the hat or the sleeves. This is going to be another "embellishment in progress" outfit, that I will continue to work on for a while, but can wear in the meantime. I would also like to embroider the linen undertunic eventually. More BLING!

So yes, I am going to look like a big Russian Christmas ornament. Hey, the Bergentallers asked for people to wear green and white/silver, so I'm just trying to oblige... <evil grin> And to think, this all started because I had these 1 yard pieces of matching green and white fabric hanging around, not enough to do anything individually, but together... and the rest is history.
danagryphon: (Aleksei)
The holiday weekend was very nice. I ended up working from home all last week, being sans car. The office closed early Wed, which gave me time to go on a mad cleaning spree (to me, one of the best parts of holidays is a CLEAN HOUSE). M took me to go do shopping for Turkey Day dinner Tuesday night, and I managed to score an 18 lb fresh turkey from Shaws for free. We had 8 for dinner, a nice round number that meant I got to put both leaves in my new table for the first time, but we weren't too crowded (the table can seat 12 if you are very, very friendly). The boys ate the two drumsticks (where did THAT come from? they've never shown interest in the drumsticks before?!), and there were plenty of leftovers, even after sending a doggie bag of turkey home with [livejournal.com profile] chrystie69  for her boys.

Skiing trip drama... )

MY Friday was all about SEWING! My neighbor (D) and her daughter (R) (and one of their friends) came over to work on garb. D came to Duello and bought a dress (on payments, so she doesn't actually have it yet), in Italian Ren style. She needed a chemise to go with it, and I also wanted to make a dress in a matching style for R, who is an adorable little slip of a thing. So R picked out some fabric from my stash of leftovers, and I made her an equally adorable emerald green gown (velvet bodice, taffeta skirt) and royal blue underdress. She looks absolutely fabu, if I do say so myself. I still need to put some trim on the neckline, the eyelets to tie on the two part sleeves, and some hooks to close various parts, but it will be done for this Saturday, when they are hoping to come to the Bergental/BBM Yule event (if we can work out the money; she's on a very limited budget). So R now has the clothes to go with her nickname of "princess". ;)

Speaking of Yule, I will have spiffy new Russian BLING garb. The green and white Quintavia coat has turned into a Yule coat, with the addition of some cranberry red fabric, about 10 yards of gold braid, and lots of (real) pearls. Here's the front in progress:


I actually finished the rest of it last night, except for the buttons (which are gold and fake pearl, and are perfect). It's got a gold satin lining, and more of the cranberry and gold trim around the sleeves and the bottom. I would like to put some more pearls on the collar, but that might not happen until later. I cut out the yellow linen for the tunic that will go under it, as well as the fabric for the matching green, white, and cranberry hat (because this is Russian, after all, and we're all about the HATS!). I still have some more of the pearls, and of the gold cabochons, but no more of the settings for them, and couldn't find more at JoAnns. If I can get more of those, I am hoping to put some on the hat or the sleeves. This is going to be another "embellishment in progress" outfit, that I will continue to work on for a while, but can wear in the meantime. I would also like to embroider the linen undertunic eventually. More BLING!

So yes, I am going to look like a big Russian Christmas ornament. Hey, the Bergentallers asked for people to wear green and white/silver, so I'm just trying to oblige... <evil grin> And to think, this all started because I had these 1 yard pieces of matching green and white fabric hanging around, not enough to do anything individually, but together... and the rest is history.
danagryphon: (Guard)
My neighbor and her daughter, who have attended some of our A&S project nights because she is a very crafty person and into all sorts of beading, sewing, and fiber arts, are coming to Duello! I sucked her in last night by telling her all about massive amounts of food I was cooking. And she thought watching the chess and the fencing would be fun, too. :)

Next, I'm definitely going to have to drag her to Hafla. She will seriously love the drumming and dancing.

Bwahahaahhaha.
danagryphon: (Guard)
My neighbor and her daughter, who have attended some of our A&S project nights because she is a very crafty person and into all sorts of beading, sewing, and fiber arts, are coming to Duello! I sucked her in last night by telling her all about massive amounts of food I was cooking. And she thought watching the chess and the fencing would be fun, too. :)

Next, I'm definitely going to have to drag her to Hafla. She will seriously love the drumming and dancing.

Bwahahaahhaha.
danagryphon: (Home)
On Sunday, the realtor who is selling the units in our complex had an open house for all the residents (and some soon-to-be-residents). We went, figuring it would be a good chance to meet some of the neighbors.

We saw most of the folks we had already met. Two of the couples from our own building, who both seem very nice. Of the other couple, our immediate neighbors, we saw squat. Oh, he stopped in for about two seconds, no sign of her. They definitely don't seem like the social type. M think that perhaps she doesn't have a working grasp of English (they are Asian) from the couple of interactions he's had with her in the driveway. I think part of it is that they also spend most of their time working, since they own a dry cleaning business (can you say "stereotype"?); we know this because their business van is always parking in one of the visitor spaces (where the residents aren't supposed to park). Oh well, non-social I can deal with, as long as they aren't loud or obnoxious. The last of the five units in our building has been sold, but isn't occupied yet. If memory serves, it is another 40B unit, so I'm interested to see who moves in.

However, we did get a sense of just how many kids now live there. It's awesome. A lot of single (divorced) mothers, who understand about joint custody and the kids not being around all the time. Most of the kids
are sets of two, one E's age and one B's age, so that should provide lots of friends for them to play and hang out with. One of the girls we met yesterday even knows B from school.

We also met D, a woman who lives in the building across the street, who is a Pagan, of the Native American variety. She invited us to her monthly drumming circle. She also weaves and was very interested in my leatherwork. E had met her the first weekend we were there, and has been bugging me ever since to come meet her, so he will be happy to know that has happened (the boys were with Himself this weekend). M is also part Native, so they had lots to talk about. She works from home, and is around all the time, and has said that they boys can come visit her kids whenever they want.

There was also talk about how we need to have a neighborhood trick-or-treat with so many kids around now. I was going to take E around his dad's neighborhood, where he has always gone in the past, but since they are with me this weekend, I'm going to take him around my neighborhood instead. One of the boys is even having a Halloween party that all the kids are invited to.

Having D around will be cool. I mentioned to her that I was interested in having some ritual circles, and she perked right up about that. It will be incentive to be more active, since not having anyone around to do ritual with has made me lapsed and lazy. The complex is on 17 acres of land, with a lot of woods around, so there are lots of nice places to go have a quiet circle outside. D mentioned that there is even some sacred land on the edge of the complex, which she is keen to see preserved. The drumming will be cool (and E will be thrilled to come be part of it). I'm sure we will spend much time visiting with her and her kids. She really seems like an earthy, crunchy-granola type. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.... :)

It will be an adjustment having neighbors who I actually want to have around and visit with and have things in common with. The woman who lives in the end unit of the building right next to us is an older widow, and I can picture E helping her out with things as he spends more time there (he just loves helping people), and she seems like the type who just wants to grandmother everyone. B will have lots of boys his age to invite over to play video games. The place is starting to feel like a real home.
danagryphon: (Home)
On Sunday, the realtor who is selling the units in our complex had an open house for all the residents (and some soon-to-be-residents). We went, figuring it would be a good chance to meet some of the neighbors.

We saw most of the folks we had already met. Two of the couples from our own building, who both seem very nice. Of the other couple, our immediate neighbors, we saw squat. Oh, he stopped in for about two seconds, no sign of her. They definitely don't seem like the social type. M think that perhaps she doesn't have a working grasp of English (they are Asian) from the couple of interactions he's had with her in the driveway. I think part of it is that they also spend most of their time working, since they own a dry cleaning business (can you say "stereotype"?); we know this because their business van is always parking in one of the visitor spaces (where the residents aren't supposed to park). Oh well, non-social I can deal with, as long as they aren't loud or obnoxious. The last of the five units in our building has been sold, but isn't occupied yet. If memory serves, it is another 40B unit, so I'm interested to see who moves in.

However, we did get a sense of just how many kids now live there. It's awesome. A lot of single (divorced) mothers, who understand about joint custody and the kids not being around all the time. Most of the kids
are sets of two, one E's age and one B's age, so that should provide lots of friends for them to play and hang out with. One of the girls we met yesterday even knows B from school.

We also met D, a woman who lives in the building across the street, who is a Pagan, of the Native American variety. She invited us to her monthly drumming circle. She also weaves and was very interested in my leatherwork. E had met her the first weekend we were there, and has been bugging me ever since to come meet her, so he will be happy to know that has happened (the boys were with Himself this weekend). M is also part Native, so they had lots to talk about. She works from home, and is around all the time, and has said that they boys can come visit her kids whenever they want.

There was also talk about how we need to have a neighborhood trick-or-treat with so many kids around now. I was going to take E around his dad's neighborhood, where he has always gone in the past, but since they are with me this weekend, I'm going to take him around my neighborhood instead. One of the boys is even having a Halloween party that all the kids are invited to.

Having D around will be cool. I mentioned to her that I was interested in having some ritual circles, and she perked right up about that. It will be incentive to be more active, since not having anyone around to do ritual with has made me lapsed and lazy. The complex is on 17 acres of land, with a lot of woods around, so there are lots of nice places to go have a quiet circle outside. D mentioned that there is even some sacred land on the edge of the complex, which she is keen to see preserved. The drumming will be cool (and E will be thrilled to come be part of it). I'm sure we will spend much time visiting with her and her kids. She really seems like an earthy, crunchy-granola type. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.... :)

It will be an adjustment having neighbors who I actually want to have around and visit with and have things in common with. The woman who lives in the end unit of the building right next to us is an older widow, and I can picture E helping her out with things as he spends more time there (he just loves helping people), and she seems like the type who just wants to grandmother everyone. B will have lots of boys his age to invite over to play video games. The place is starting to feel like a real home.
danagryphon: (Cluebat)

Late last week, we went to see The Dark Knight. I liked it well enough, even though I'm not the huge Batman fan that some other people are. I thought Heath Ledger was amazing (like most of the rest of the world). What an incredible tragedy his loss is. The only thing about the film I really was not happy about was the rating. No way, no how should that thing have been rated PG-13. I would never, EVER, take my 14 year old to see that, and will probably not even let him see it on DVD until he's a couple years older. And given that a lot of parents take kids younger than 13 to a PG-13 movie (I have, to selected films that I have prescreened first), I think allowing it to slide under the R rating is a real travesty. And I know a lot of other parents are not as careful, and will take their young kids to a PG-13 film without researching first. For reference, PotC 3 and X-Men 3 were both rated PG-13, and I even took E to both of those. The Dark Knight was NOT in the same category.

Enough ranting about that.

The weekend was fairly low key. Friday afternoon, we went to pick up E at scout camp; he want back this week for a second week because he loves it that much. Saturday afternoon, D came over to spend time with the boys, and slept over. We took him and E kayaking down on the lake, they had a blast. Sunday morning, made waffles, which were happily consumed by hungry boys.

The only annoying thing about the weekend was that our new neighbor decided to be an ass Sunday morning. He came in at 3:30 a.m. with a couple of friends in tow, all very drunk. Like, "I don't know how they got the car here without crashing into something" drunk. And loud. They decided that was a good time to start playing music and cooking something on the grill. The music was not overly loud (could here it in the kitchen, but only because the windows were open), but still. It was 4 in the freaking morning. Not cool. And the grill thing, well, that is also right outside our kitchen window, so the smoke came right into our apartment. At one point, one of the friends took the car back out, and we considered calling the cops to have them waiting here when he got back, to get him on drunk driving (an incredible pet peeve of mine). M was livid over the whole thing, whereas I was just annoyed (except for the apparent drunk driving thing). But he simmered down to a merely annoyed level by later Sunday morning. My level of annoyance as not enough to spur me to say anything at the time (dealing with drunk assholes is generally not a good idea), but to mention to the neighbor next time I see him that it was Not Cool, and Should Not Happen Again. The particularly ironic part of this is that he left his old apartment because he had noisy neighbors. But I guess he feels that he only has to be considerately quiet when *his* son (a 3-4 year old) is there, and when he isn't (like this weekend), anything goes. Well, not. Sorry, that just doesn't work for me.

Hopefully, this behavior will not be repeated, or there will be calls made next time. Oh, I am so glad we are going to be out of here in two months. For some reason, for the last three years, our landlords have become magnets for crappy tenants. We were really hoping this one was going to be different, given the circumstances of his leaving his last apartment, but I have a sinking feeling that this weekend was his true colors starting to show through.

Oh yeah, and Sunday, we were supposed to have Shire archery practice, until I found out on Saturday that Hoops is closed on Sundays for the summer. Oops. So the next practice will be this Thursday.

danagryphon: (Cluebat)

Late last week, we went to see The Dark Knight. I liked it well enough, even though I'm not the huge Batman fan that some other people are. I thought Heath Ledger was amazing (like most of the rest of the world). What an incredible tragedy his loss is. The only thing about the film I really was not happy about was the rating. No way, no how should that thing have been rated PG-13. I would never, EVER, take my 14 year old to see that, and will probably not even let him see it on DVD until he's a couple years older. And given that a lot of parents take kids younger than 13 to a PG-13 movie (I have, to selected films that I have prescreened first), I think allowing it to slide under the R rating is a real travesty. And I know a lot of other parents are not as careful, and will take their young kids to a PG-13 film without researching first. For reference, PotC 3 and X-Men 3 were both rated PG-13, and I even took E to both of those. The Dark Knight was NOT in the same category.

Enough ranting about that.

The weekend was fairly low key. Friday afternoon, we went to pick up E at scout camp; he want back this week for a second week because he loves it that much. Saturday afternoon, D came over to spend time with the boys, and slept over. We took him and E kayaking down on the lake, they had a blast. Sunday morning, made waffles, which were happily consumed by hungry boys.

The only annoying thing about the weekend was that our new neighbor decided to be an ass Sunday morning. He came in at 3:30 a.m. with a couple of friends in tow, all very drunk. Like, "I don't know how they got the car here without crashing into something" drunk. And loud. They decided that was a good time to start playing music and cooking something on the grill. The music was not overly loud (could here it in the kitchen, but only because the windows were open), but still. It was 4 in the freaking morning. Not cool. And the grill thing, well, that is also right outside our kitchen window, so the smoke came right into our apartment. At one point, one of the friends took the car back out, and we considered calling the cops to have them waiting here when he got back, to get him on drunk driving (an incredible pet peeve of mine). M was livid over the whole thing, whereas I was just annoyed (except for the apparent drunk driving thing). But he simmered down to a merely annoyed level by later Sunday morning. My level of annoyance as not enough to spur me to say anything at the time (dealing with drunk assholes is generally not a good idea), but to mention to the neighbor next time I see him that it was Not Cool, and Should Not Happen Again. The particularly ironic part of this is that he left his old apartment because he had noisy neighbors. But I guess he feels that he only has to be considerately quiet when *his* son (a 3-4 year old) is there, and when he isn't (like this weekend), anything goes. Well, not. Sorry, that just doesn't work for me.

Hopefully, this behavior will not be repeated, or there will be calls made next time. Oh, I am so glad we are going to be out of here in two months. For some reason, for the last three years, our landlords have become magnets for crappy tenants. We were really hoping this one was going to be different, given the circumstances of his leaving his last apartment, but I have a sinking feeling that this weekend was his true colors starting to show through.

Oh yeah, and Sunday, we were supposed to have Shire archery practice, until I found out on Saturday that Hoops is closed on Sundays for the summer. Oops. So the next practice will be this Thursday.

danagryphon: (Cluebat)
The obnoxious neighbors upstairs finally moved out yesterday. Of course, they were supposed to be out by the end of April, and didn't understand that meant April 30 and not May 1, but that is for the landlords to worry about, not me.

The moving out was accompanied by much of the same inconsiderateness that marked the moving in and, indeed, their entire tenancy. The moving truck didn't arrive until after I left for work, luckily, since they proceeded to block not only the parking area in front of the house where M parks his truck, but also the driveway in front of the garage where I park. M was able to get out on his motorcycle by some slick maneuvering. Personally, I just would have told them to move their big-assed truck.

They also left many bags of garbage next to the house, but at least they did put trash stickers on them; someone still has to haul them all out to the curb on Monday (hint: it won't be me). M spoke to the landlord last night, and she is also not happy with the general condition they left the apartment in, especially considering she has someone lined up to move in right away.

Also, other than flooding the laundry area (turn off the water *before* unhooking the hoses, moron!) and somehow knocking our washing machine waaaaay out of level while moving theirs out (still trying to figure that one out), they don't seem to have disturbed any of our stuff in the basement. According to the landlord, they did leave the bulkhead and inner door hanging wide open after they left (just wonderful, luckily nothing wandered in), but the landlord locked it (from the inside) to make sure they couldn't make a reappearance.

The best part... it was quiet last night. No stomping around, no doors slamming, no one-chord guitar or one-rhythm bongo drums at 10:00 at night. Ahhhh, peace.

The new tenant is a single father with a 4-year-old son, who is moving out of his old apartment because of noisy neighbors, so that will either mean that he will be sensitive about how much noise he makes (the optimistic view), or is overly touchy about noise and will decide *we* are too noisy (the pessimistic view). I'll have to start being better about keeping the kids quiet in the morning, having gotten to the point where I just didn't care how much noise they made in the morning after being awoken 2 or 3 times in the night by stomping over my head. M met the new guy, and says he has a good feeling about him, so I am sticking with the optimistic view. I tend to be very conscious of our noise anyway, from years of living in apartments.

Meanwhile, the lawyer is still working on trying to make sure I am still able to get my condo.
danagryphon: (Cluebat)
The obnoxious neighbors upstairs finally moved out yesterday. Of course, they were supposed to be out by the end of April, and didn't understand that meant April 30 and not May 1, but that is for the landlords to worry about, not me.

The moving out was accompanied by much of the same inconsiderateness that marked the moving in and, indeed, their entire tenancy. The moving truck didn't arrive until after I left for work, luckily, since they proceeded to block not only the parking area in front of the house where M parks his truck, but also the driveway in front of the garage where I park. M was able to get out on his motorcycle by some slick maneuvering. Personally, I just would have told them to move their big-assed truck.

They also left many bags of garbage next to the house, but at least they did put trash stickers on them; someone still has to haul them all out to the curb on Monday (hint: it won't be me). M spoke to the landlord last night, and she is also not happy with the general condition they left the apartment in, especially considering she has someone lined up to move in right away.

Also, other than flooding the laundry area (turn off the water *before* unhooking the hoses, moron!) and somehow knocking our washing machine waaaaay out of level while moving theirs out (still trying to figure that one out), they don't seem to have disturbed any of our stuff in the basement. According to the landlord, they did leave the bulkhead and inner door hanging wide open after they left (just wonderful, luckily nothing wandered in), but the landlord locked it (from the inside) to make sure they couldn't make a reappearance.

The best part... it was quiet last night. No stomping around, no doors slamming, no one-chord guitar or one-rhythm bongo drums at 10:00 at night. Ahhhh, peace.

The new tenant is a single father with a 4-year-old son, who is moving out of his old apartment because of noisy neighbors, so that will either mean that he will be sensitive about how much noise he makes (the optimistic view), or is overly touchy about noise and will decide *we* are too noisy (the pessimistic view). I'll have to start being better about keeping the kids quiet in the morning, having gotten to the point where I just didn't care how much noise they made in the morning after being awoken 2 or 3 times in the night by stomping over my head. M met the new guy, and says he has a good feeling about him, so I am sticking with the optimistic view. I tend to be very conscious of our noise anyway, from years of living in apartments.

Meanwhile, the lawyer is still working on trying to make sure I am still able to get my condo.
danagryphon: (Cluebat)
While I was off at jury duty on Wednesday, evidently the landlady came by to deliver the request to vacate the premises to the idjits upstairs.  The male idjit was evidently not home, so the female idjit received the news. According to M, she then stomped up her stairs and slammed several doors. Ok, understandable that one would be upset after being told to get out in 30 days.

That night when we got home around 9:30 after various meetings, chord boy was at it with the guitar, but quite soon after that. Of course, now that they've been told to leave, they have no incentive not to make as much noise as they want. Things could get interesting.

As I said before, I'm more concerned about them vandalizing/stealing our stuff that is accessible to them in the common areas. And my car, which I think I will be putting in the locked garage full time (I sometimes leave it out if the weather isn't supposed to be bad) until they are gone. M's truck, unfortunately, won't fit in the garage as well, so we will have to keep an eye on it.

Speaking of cars, I noticed that their car had one flat tire and another one on the way this morning when I left for work. Hopefully they won't decide that we had anything to do with that. Especially considering the tire fiasco I recently went through with my car.

One thing my recent jury service has given me is a greater understanding of the power of a tenant with respect to our right of "quiet enjoyment". Something that the neighbors just don't get.
danagryphon: (Cluebat)
While I was off at jury duty on Wednesday, evidently the landlady came by to deliver the request to vacate the premises to the idjits upstairs.  The male idjit was evidently not home, so the female idjit received the news. According to M, she then stomped up her stairs and slammed several doors. Ok, understandable that one would be upset after being told to get out in 30 days.

That night when we got home around 9:30 after various meetings, chord boy was at it with the guitar, but quite soon after that. Of course, now that they've been told to leave, they have no incentive not to make as much noise as they want. Things could get interesting.

As I said before, I'm more concerned about them vandalizing/stealing our stuff that is accessible to them in the common areas. And my car, which I think I will be putting in the locked garage full time (I sometimes leave it out if the weather isn't supposed to be bad) until they are gone. M's truck, unfortunately, won't fit in the garage as well, so we will have to keep an eye on it.

Speaking of cars, I noticed that their car had one flat tire and another one on the way this morning when I left for work. Hopefully they won't decide that we had anything to do with that. Especially considering the tire fiasco I recently went through with my car.

One thing my recent jury service has given me is a greater understanding of the power of a tenant with respect to our right of "quiet enjoyment". Something that the neighbors just don't get.
danagryphon: (Discourse Hand)
The idjits upstairs were at it again on Saturday morning at 8:30 a.m. We didn't call the cops this time, since there was only shouting, and nothing that sounded like violent intent. Lots of door slamming, to the point where it was rattling the pictures on our bedroom walls as we were trying to sleep in.

Then they moved the shouting match into the kitchen, which provided us with the audio equivalent of front row seats, since noise travels very well down the back stairwell from their kitchen to ours.

The closest we came to dialing 911 was when she started yelling at him to "get the f*** away from me". If my boys had been home, and not at their father's, I probably would have called the cops, just to get loud cursing to stop. The boys really don't need to hear that kind of crap. Well, neither do M and I, but at least we no longer have tender young ears.

Also, seeing as we were out of the house around 9:30 so we could stop for some breakfast before the demo, we at least didn't have to put up with it for long. Actually, it seemed to die down pretty fast, even before we left.

But we did put in a call to the landlords (and left a message) while we were on our way down to Auburn for the demo. They called us back just as we were leaving Auburn. They are going to tell the upstairs idjits that they need to get out ASAP, and that they are going to start advertising and showing the apartment. The landlord asked us to keep an ear out for any activity to indicate that they might be trashing the place.

I have to admit, I am feeling a little nervous about retaliation. Not that I think they would do anything to endanger our safety (well, at least they better not, because I will react violently to anything like that, especially if it ends up involving my kids), but they have access to quite a bit of our stuff in the basement, and of course, our cars in the driveway, that they could vandalize and/or steal.

I finally figured out what about the guy makes me so uncomfortable. In the couple of minutes I had to deal with him directly over the oil debacle, I realized he reminded me EXACTLY of my brother. The violent drug addict with antisocial personality disorder and schizophrenia who sexually molested and psychologically tormented me as a child. Yes, that brother. That alone is enough to give me the willies, and make me have my crossbow near at hand anytime he might knock on my door....

Hopefully they will take the landlords at their word, not try to fight their eviction, and will get the hell out soon.
danagryphon: (Discourse Hand)
The idjits upstairs were at it again on Saturday morning at 8:30 a.m. We didn't call the cops this time, since there was only shouting, and nothing that sounded like violent intent. Lots of door slamming, to the point where it was rattling the pictures on our bedroom walls as we were trying to sleep in.

Then they moved the shouting match into the kitchen, which provided us with the audio equivalent of front row seats, since noise travels very well down the back stairwell from their kitchen to ours.

The closest we came to dialing 911 was when she started yelling at him to "get the f*** away from me". If my boys had been home, and not at their father's, I probably would have called the cops, just to get loud cursing to stop. The boys really don't need to hear that kind of crap. Well, neither do M and I, but at least we no longer have tender young ears.

Also, seeing as we were out of the house around 9:30 so we could stop for some breakfast before the demo, we at least didn't have to put up with it for long. Actually, it seemed to die down pretty fast, even before we left.

But we did put in a call to the landlords (and left a message) while we were on our way down to Auburn for the demo. They called us back just as we were leaving Auburn. They are going to tell the upstairs idjits that they need to get out ASAP, and that they are going to start advertising and showing the apartment. The landlord asked us to keep an ear out for any activity to indicate that they might be trashing the place.

I have to admit, I am feeling a little nervous about retaliation. Not that I think they would do anything to endanger our safety (well, at least they better not, because I will react violently to anything like that, especially if it ends up involving my kids), but they have access to quite a bit of our stuff in the basement, and of course, our cars in the driveway, that they could vandalize and/or steal.

I finally figured out what about the guy makes me so uncomfortable. In the couple of minutes I had to deal with him directly over the oil debacle, I realized he reminded me EXACTLY of my brother. The violent drug addict with antisocial personality disorder and schizophrenia who sexually molested and psychologically tormented me as a child. Yes, that brother. That alone is enough to give me the willies, and make me have my crossbow near at hand anytime he might knock on my door....

Hopefully they will take the landlords at their word, not try to fight their eviction, and will get the hell out soon.
danagryphon: (House WTF)
Ok, so I called and arranged yesterday for a deliver of 150 gallons of heating oil to the neighbors today to make up for the 150 gallons that got delivered to our tank because of their incompetence. And yesterday, M notified them in person that there would be a deliver for them today, because they had to be home for it.

And in all of this, the morons couldn't bother to mention that they'd evidently gone ahead and had ANOTHER 150 gallons delivered to their tank. So the oil company was only able to put 75 more gallons into their tank today before it was full. So they put the other 75 gallons of the delivery (and the minimum they will deliver is 150 gallons) into our tank. Which means that at some point, I still have to have 75 gallons delivered to the asshat upstairs. And since the minimum is 150, I'm going to have to ask the oil company to go through this whole song and dance of putting half in their tank and half in ours. AGAIN.

Of course, this also assumes that they are still living there the next time we need to have oil delivered. The idea of which does not fill me with warm fuzzies. And what happens if they do move out before then? Are they going to expect me to shell out cash to them for the rest of the oil they had delivered? What a clusterfuck. What a couple of fucking morons. I'll probably just end up paying them off just to keep them out of my hair. At least it'll only be half the amount, and I will pay it to them in cash, no check for them to get any information off of.

They better be out of there soon, or we will be.
danagryphon: (House WTF)
Ok, so I called and arranged yesterday for a deliver of 150 gallons of heating oil to the neighbors today to make up for the 150 gallons that got delivered to our tank because of their incompetence. And yesterday, M notified them in person that there would be a deliver for them today, because they had to be home for it.

And in all of this, the morons couldn't bother to mention that they'd evidently gone ahead and had ANOTHER 150 gallons delivered to their tank. So the oil company was only able to put 75 more gallons into their tank today before it was full. So they put the other 75 gallons of the delivery (and the minimum they will deliver is 150 gallons) into our tank. Which means that at some point, I still have to have 75 gallons delivered to the asshat upstairs. And since the minimum is 150, I'm going to have to ask the oil company to go through this whole song and dance of putting half in their tank and half in ours. AGAIN.

Of course, this also assumes that they are still living there the next time we need to have oil delivered. The idea of which does not fill me with warm fuzzies. And what happens if they do move out before then? Are they going to expect me to shell out cash to them for the rest of the oil they had delivered? What a clusterfuck. What a couple of fucking morons. I'll probably just end up paying them off just to keep them out of my hair. At least it'll only be half the amount, and I will pay it to them in cash, no check for them to get any information off of.

They better be out of there soon, or we will be.
danagryphon: (House Face)
Evidently the clueless neighbors don't know how to set up an oil delivery. So their oil delivery got put into our tank. Which is not that big a deal in and of itself, given that we were in need of oil ourselves. I'm just glad they bothered to tell us before I went and set up an oil delivery for us today. And they only got 150 gallons delivered, while I prefer to fill the tank when I get oil. Still, no real biggy.

But of course, they want payment for this oil. First of all, I was planning on using credit, not cash. Second, they didn't get a particularly good price. Third, I'm not sure I want to write them a check and give them my bank information. So, they will have to be happy with me arranging to have the same amount of oil delivered to their tank. Which they will have to be home to receive tomorrow. But, given that they don't seem to work and are home all day anyway, that shouldn't be a problem. Oh well. And they better not try and ask for the difference between what I paid for the oil and what they paid. Yeah, right, like that's going to happen.

M talked to the landlord yesterday, and she is "going to tell them they need to find another place to live". Which means that she is going to let them stay until they can find another place. Again, yeah, right. Like they are going to look particularly hard, or have much luck, given their lack of credit (I overheard him tell the landlord that his father would have to cosign the lease). Well, if they are still here by the end of January, or if there is one more incident that requires calling the cops, we will be moving out instead.

I've had enough of this situation.
danagryphon: (House Face)
Evidently the clueless neighbors don't know how to set up an oil delivery. So their oil delivery got put into our tank. Which is not that big a deal in and of itself, given that we were in need of oil ourselves. I'm just glad they bothered to tell us before I went and set up an oil delivery for us today. And they only got 150 gallons delivered, while I prefer to fill the tank when I get oil. Still, no real biggy.

But of course, they want payment for this oil. First of all, I was planning on using credit, not cash. Second, they didn't get a particularly good price. Third, I'm not sure I want to write them a check and give them my bank information. So, they will have to be happy with me arranging to have the same amount of oil delivered to their tank. Which they will have to be home to receive tomorrow. But, given that they don't seem to work and are home all day anyway, that shouldn't be a problem. Oh well. And they better not try and ask for the difference between what I paid for the oil and what they paid. Yeah, right, like that's going to happen.

M talked to the landlord yesterday, and she is "going to tell them they need to find another place to live". Which means that she is going to let them stay until they can find another place. Again, yeah, right. Like they are going to look particularly hard, or have much luck, given their lack of credit (I overheard him tell the landlord that his father would have to cosign the lease). Well, if they are still here by the end of January, or if there is one more incident that requires calling the cops, we will be moving out instead.

I've had enough of this situation.
danagryphon: (Gryph Avatar)
Shortly after I left the house this morning at a bit after 7, I got a call from M on my cell that the neighbors were at it again, and he was calling the police. Another knock-down, drag-out fight.

Lovely.

Then I got to the parking lot at the train station, to find someone parked in my numbered space. So, with less than 5 minutes until the train arrives, I had to figure out where to park. I didn't want to park in someone else's space, and have them displaced. Luckily, the person who normally parks next to me was getting out of her car and said that, when it happened to her, she was told to park in one of the 3 handicapped spaces that never get used, but to call the management company and tell them about it.

I was in too much of a fluster and a rush to write down the license plate of the car in my space, or to see if it had a parking sticker or not, to determine whether it was just someone trying to squat in my space, or someone who accidently parked in the wrong numbered space. Also, I didn't have one of the little notices that the management company had sent to put on the windshield of cars when parked in the wrong space, so I'll have to dig those out and start keeping them in my car in case it happens again.

Arg.

Anyway, M called and left a message with the landlords, who said that if the cops had to be called one more time, the neighbors were out. So we'll see what they have to say and whether they really follow through. If they don't, I think we will be moving out ourselves.

I have to make a decision about the condo, and whether to keep waiting on it, or to get out of it and get on with things. Part of that decision will depend on work. I'm going to talk to my boss this morning about the promised raise that was supposed to come when I took over the responsibilities for math as well as science (basically, doing the job of someone who left, on top of mine), and whether she thinks that is actually in the future or not. Because once I get that raise, I'm no longer going to meet the eligibility anyway for the condo. But with the extra money, I could rent a bigger and better place and still be more financially comfortable than I am now. And I could possibly look into buying a place in the next town over from Littleton, which has a lot of more affordable condos. I'm still not convinced on the whole buying thing anyway, with the instability of the housing market right now, and all the extra expenses that come with owning.

But there are a couple of cute houses for rent in Littleton right now, so I am feeling fairly confident in giving my landlord an "us or them" ultimatum if I have to. Because I will not expose my kids to that kind of environment.
danagryphon: (Gryph Avatar)
Shortly after I left the house this morning at a bit after 7, I got a call from M on my cell that the neighbors were at it again, and he was calling the police. Another knock-down, drag-out fight.

Lovely.

Then I got to the parking lot at the train station, to find someone parked in my numbered space. So, with less than 5 minutes until the train arrives, I had to figure out where to park. I didn't want to park in someone else's space, and have them displaced. Luckily, the person who normally parks next to me was getting out of her car and said that, when it happened to her, she was told to park in one of the 3 handicapped spaces that never get used, but to call the management company and tell them about it.

I was in too much of a fluster and a rush to write down the license plate of the car in my space, or to see if it had a parking sticker or not, to determine whether it was just someone trying to squat in my space, or someone who accidently parked in the wrong numbered space. Also, I didn't have one of the little notices that the management company had sent to put on the windshield of cars when parked in the wrong space, so I'll have to dig those out and start keeping them in my car in case it happens again.

Arg.

Anyway, M called and left a message with the landlords, who said that if the cops had to be called one more time, the neighbors were out. So we'll see what they have to say and whether they really follow through. If they don't, I think we will be moving out ourselves.

I have to make a decision about the condo, and whether to keep waiting on it, or to get out of it and get on with things. Part of that decision will depend on work. I'm going to talk to my boss this morning about the promised raise that was supposed to come when I took over the responsibilities for math as well as science (basically, doing the job of someone who left, on top of mine), and whether she thinks that is actually in the future or not. Because once I get that raise, I'm no longer going to meet the eligibility anyway for the condo. But with the extra money, I could rent a bigger and better place and still be more financially comfortable than I am now. And I could possibly look into buying a place in the next town over from Littleton, which has a lot of more affordable condos. I'm still not convinced on the whole buying thing anyway, with the instability of the housing market right now, and all the extra expenses that come with owning.

But there are a couple of cute houses for rent in Littleton right now, so I am feeling fairly confident in giving my landlord an "us or them" ultimatum if I have to. Because I will not expose my kids to that kind of environment.

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