neighbor stuff

This is a gentle rant on neighbors.

The newest round of backyard neighbors are not my favorite people in the world. They have two pitbulls who would bark at me while I was outside gardening. I fixed that by sneaking them some spoonfuls of tuna. Now they love me and patiently wait for that next bite of food.

These neighbors also own a crotch rocket, which automatically makes them into that whole fast & furious, livin' on the edge kinda lifestyle. But all of that doesn't compare to the incredibly loud, booming bass music that they play. It's during the day and night. Bass so loud that it reverberates in your chest.

I was outside one sunny day a couple weeks ago and the music was coming from the house, their back door was open, so it came full force into my yard. During the day. I asked them to turn it down, and they complied by closing the door. But the bass still came out. Geez.

Last Friday they were having a swingin' party, complete with drunken braying and fake or real fighting (loud voices were raised from time to time, who knows). I tried sleeping through it, in fact I was exhausted from being kept up each night during the week by them. I was really close to sleeping right through it, but then a voice would raise and start yelling and I'd wake up with a start. I finally called the cops on them and a few minutes later that was that. They turned down the music a bit (I could still hear the bass, but at least I didn't feel it), and I fell asleep.

This morning, a different neighbor's household presented a different problem. I was loading stuff into the car for the morning commute. As I looked down the driveway I saw their two goats munching on plants in my yard. Fuck! I chased them away, then knocked on the door for my neighbors to round up their goats. I mean, the goats are really cute and everything, and they are really good at eating massive quantities of blackberry bushes. But not my beautiful plants. Noooo!

After much knocking and banging on the door, the neighbor woke up. I was cursing and not very lady like (the goats had moved onto the strawberry plants). He rounded them up and put them in his back yard.

All's I can say is that lately I'm not too keen on neighbors. They're totally crampin' my style. Sheesh.