Thursday, May 01, 2003

Okay, this is my blog so I get to vent here. If you don't want to hear me complain, hit the "next" button for the ring.

I hate my new neighbors. The house north of me (10 feet north of me) is now a rental house ($*(%&$(%&)$&)@#!) which means that like Forrest Gump's box o' chocolates, you never know what you're going to get. For over a year, I had a retired couple who were quiet and wonderful. Now, I have a crew of young folks - maybe college students - living there. There are between 4 and 8 residents, I've not yet figured out who lives there and who is visiting.

Tuesday night, I woke around 1 am thinking "there's an odd sound somewhere...it's almost like the bass on a stereo". I sleep with my windows shut and with an air filter that has a loud fan running (which in the past has covered up the incidental neighborhood noises).

Last night, I was awakened at midnight by the definite sound of stereo bass - and some snatches of music. This continued for about half an hour, then was added to by whoops and hollers. I peeked out my front room window and there were two guys in the front yard, whooping and play-boxing and having a grand old time. At 12:45 am. And me with an 8 am class. There also were periodically loud, revving cars.

Finally, hating myself for doing it, I phoned in a noise complaint to the police. Things finally quieted down around 2 am.

I should NOT have to wear earplugs to sleep in my own house, especially when I have a "white noise generator" and the windows shut tight.

I should NOT have to move my bedroom from the lovely large room on the northeast corner of the house to the cramped guestroom on the south side just because it's too loud for me to sleep in my own room.

Damn it, I'm a citizen and a taxpayer and a responsible person with a job I have to be up by 6 am for. I cannot live on four hours of sleep a night. I am going to keep calling the police if they keep up the noise.

I hate being the crankly old lady in my neighborhood, but I may have no choice. I am these people's nearest neighbor and apparently the only one bugged.

Oh, and this morning - there were beer bottles and candy and cigarette wrappers all over their yard, and they threw the beer box over into mine.

fume fume fume.

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