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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2010 17:14:30 GMT
spaceneedle, I've had neighbours like that in the past. Once I lived in a hostel for a while, the walls were paper thin, and every night I'd have to endure the two next door getting it on. It's not nice. In the end I tapped up all the door cracks I could see, it muffled the noise a bit and best of all stopped the smell of Marijuana drafting in.
At one time, I lived in the upstairs apartment of a two apartment house. The guy downstairs was a right psycho. He was in a wheel chair, because he had been in a car accident and was paralized from the waist down. But man, did he ever have a big chip on shoulder. Avery angry man, forever in trouble with one person or another. And then I found out he kept various guns at his place. I moved out soon after.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2010 20:31:45 GMT
I guess I'm happy that my closest neighbors are university students who like to have a party (and that my wall is at least 50 cm thick and I can't hear anything that happens).
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Post by tillystar on Feb 11, 2010 14:52:30 GMT
We have a fun loving new neighbour! I always kick my shoes off outside the door and sometimes forget to bring them, been doing it since we moved in. Now someone has moved into the flat above ours and since they arrived I keep finding my shoes in inventive places – by the main door, on the banister, on the stairs.
Reminds me of when we came home a quite under the influence a few years ago and switched all our neighbours doormats.
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Post by spindrift on Feb 11, 2010 14:55:10 GMT
;D
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Post by lola on Feb 11, 2010 17:37:57 GMT
Our feud-loving neighbor, the old man, has passed on. I'll write a condolence note to his family, even though they have inherited the feud. I always admired his family spirit and even the twisted code of loyalty that made him snub us all these years. (He resented that my husband called the police about another neighbor's obnoxiously baying beagle.)
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Post by bixaorellana on Feb 12, 2010 18:47:43 GMT
Another small, perfect paragraph in Lola's novel.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2010 19:34:58 GMT
In fact, it would make a perfect opening paragraph to her novel.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2010 10:46:47 GMT
Would love to hear an update on your "new" fun loving neighbor you posted about Tilly. Still fun loving?
My cell phone neighbor, since my last post,confined her outdoor side porch phone conversations. Maybe,I shouldn't be posting this...let sleeping cell phones lie maybe??
Anyway,my neighbors threw a party for my husband and another neighbor last night with oysters,music, and lots of dropping in and out of gardens and homes. At 11 0'clock,one neighbor was playing ragtime music on his piano to most people's delight,doors and windows flung wide open.
I don't have any current neighbor complaints of late.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2010 3:03:42 GMT
My neighbor of 16 years passed away this past week and her family is going to honor her by having the memorial service held in Lafayette, Louisiana at the International Festival Acadians,which is a huge festival held every year coinciding with our Jazz Fest. She was a huge Cajun/Zydeco music lover and incredible dancer,fabulous gardener and generous friend. I will miss her very much. We are going to do something here in our neighborhood to honor her as many of us can't make it to Lafayette.
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Post by hwinpp on Apr 27, 2010 7:31:11 GMT
Our street got lighting while I was away. I immediately noticed the difference in the evenings. Adults and children are out on the street playing games until 9, 9.30pm.
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Post by charlie on Apr 27, 2010 7:42:37 GMT
I have neighbours no one in their right mind would believe. Perhaps Bixa would care to tell you about them?? Makes everything you have said pale in comparison. I've seriously considered buying a weapon.
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Post by rikita on Apr 27, 2010 19:40:52 GMT
my landlord/neighbour (lives right next to me, but the other entrance to the building, we share the balcony though) gave me some flower pots he doesn't need anymore today... very good, i needed some big ones to put my tomatos in when they've grown...
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Post by hwinpp on Apr 28, 2010 3:01:00 GMT
When I walked out of my house this morning I got a shock! Not only was a gang of long haired youths loitering in front of my neighbour's house, they also had a set of drums with them! I think I'll have to 'educate' them.
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Post by tillystar on Apr 29, 2010 16:55:26 GMT
He is great, in fact too good to be true, I think he may be Lucifer in disguise. We rarely see or hear him but he always smiles and stops to say hello when he we see him and lways likes to throw a little compliment somewere (I am sure he is a salesman). I sometimes leave the rubbish outside my door to take down stairs when I cleaning - if I hear him going out there is a bag there I always come out to find it been put in the bin.
He has knocked to tell us that we left our car lights on and another time to check he wasn't disturbing us as he had moved his speakers and didn't know how loud they were .
No more shoe hiding although we have our Christmas Tree in a big pot by the communal main door and this morning it had an upside down plastic beer glass where the star goes at Christmas...pretty sure that was him. I am glad that makes me less worried he is too perfect.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2017 16:43:15 GMT
I procrastinated, dithered about writing this post because of the feelings it stirs up in me but since some time has passed since the incident and my husband's health is back to normal I can write about it.
Immediately nextdoor to us there is a woman whom I will refer to as "D". She lives there with her boyfriend.
Some years back they had leased the house which still contained many of the previous owners belongings, many of which I was familiar with as the woman and I were friends. She passed away several years ago and a parade of tenant s came and went. Some of them quite lovely people.
The family then decided to put the house on the market so this couple that I refer to had to move. In the process of moving I saw many familiar articles, art work, clothing,a really nice bicycle, electronics etc. being carted out of the house by these people. I confronted the woman about it and she told me to mind my own business and continued to load up the truck with all this stuff.
I couldn't call the police because I had no way of proving that these items were being stolen so I finally tracked down the woman's sister who lies in a far away town. I told her what was going on and she told me there was little she could do about it because she was not familiar enough with these articles and was also nursing a sick relative and could not come to New Orleans. I was "fit to be tied". Then I had an idea. The truck that was being loaded up belonged to a contractor who the boyfriend worked for and was able to take the truck home. The name of the company was written on the truck. So I called the company and told the owner that his company truck was being used to transport stolen property. Within five minutes both my phone and my husbands phone began ringing with the boyfriend freaking out. He was not aware that much of the stuff did not belong to "D' as he had moved in after she had already rented the house so therefore was unaware of what belonged to who. But I did. So, I gave him a list and the stuff was returned.
So, fast forward a few years and the house is up for sale. Lo and behold if this same couple buy the house to our horror. I decided to extend an olive branch of sorts in order to squelch any negativity etc. and we went about our business. My husband however, would not even greet her, make eye contact and wanted to have nothing to do with her.
A series of spats about bullshit stuff came up wit her making accusations about things like the fence and vines I had planted growing onto her property, volunteer plants etc. This went on and off for quite sometime but never got out of hand. I had in the meantime heard from some people about how really crazy this woman was.
And so, the following occurred this past summer when my husband was very ill. I went to visit T. one day after he had been transferred to the rehab unit as he had improved enough after several weeks in the medical unit. Finally, there seemed to be a light at the end of the tunnel. So, as I am visiting at some point in the visit T.'s face takes on this look, the kind of look I know oh so well that means something really grave has happened like a death of a loved one or something similar. He said, "C, a woman from the state agency of Adult Protection services had come to interrogate/investigate an allegation that some one had reported that I had plotted and tried to execute killing him by the means of sticking 5 poisonous needles in his cheek. I was so totally freaked out and at a complete loss and disbelief that this was really happening. She asked him some questions about us, examined the medical chart and asked him if he knew of anyone who would make such an accusation. T. immediately told her about this woman. In the meantime D had been slipping notes under the door of our dear friends office who owns the local music club with the message "I know what happened to T. Contact me ASAP." Well he didn't because he knew she was crazy and he didn't tell me because he didn't want to upset me anymore than I already was dealing with T.'s medical condition. The woman from APS phoned me and asked some questions, asked for some neighborhood character references and that was it. We never heard any thing more about it except for the fact that D let it slip one day in a conversation with someone we know saying, "why haven't you called me?. The woman said she really didn't want to have a relationship with her anymore because of what people suspected she did and how she had really "crossed the line". D responded with "oh come on, you're not going to let a little thing like that affect our friendship are you?"
To date, we keep a wide, wide berth. There was a time right after it occurred when I wanted to go and knock on her door and "jack her up" but came to my senses as I would still be behind bars.
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Mar 12, 2017 17:40:39 GMT
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Post by Kimby on Mar 12, 2017 17:40:39 GMT
You win the prize for the "Neighbors From Hell", Casi!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2017 18:01:10 GMT
Well, there's crazy (some could say that of me), and then there's really crazy, scary, dangerous crazy.
The woman from the APS never contacted any of my neighbors. I think she realized how deranged D was/is and how preposterous the allegation was and dismissed it but had to follow through with the allegation as part of her job.
T.'s doctor, bless his heart learned of the incident and did prescribe me some medication to help me because I was that stressed and also afraid of what I could potentially do to this woman.
T. and I have even joked about it to some degree which at the time it happened I would never had thought possible.
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Mar 12, 2017 18:24:44 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2017 18:24:44 GMT
Well you have certainly revived this thread brilliantly ! :-)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2017 18:38:57 GMT
Well, I had to ponder where to post it, it's not a Random Memory, not a Petty Personal Trauma or several others then, I recalled that we did have a thread on Neighbors.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2017 11:57:59 GMT
And I'm sure that some of the rest of us will find stories to tell now, both good and bad.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2017 15:31:33 GMT
One of the aspects about this incident and "D's" overall behavior that was a real dilemma for me was/is my many years working in the mental health field and my familiarity with this woman's illness, which symptomatically I should have been able to empathize with.
But, given how personal this was, all objectivity went "out the window". I justified this and still think, that she, being aware of her illness and how it can be managed with professional help and or medication was reckless and irresponsible and therefore ,what she did was inexcusable.
Similar issues have come up in the past with former clients/patients but nothing of this caliber.
I loathe using the term "crazy" because I find it to be insensitive and many times have called people out on using it. But, again, because it was so, so personal and here I am using that same term throughout my post. Something I have never done before.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2017 15:46:52 GMT
I don't worry too much about the term "crazy." Everybody knows that it has no specific meaning but it is very convenient when referring to anybody who is behaving bizarrely. It is so much more effective than beating around the bush about "mental issues," "deep-seated traumas," or possible "emotional imbalance," just to mention a few terms that we non-medical people feel authorised to use while really not knowing much about so many subjects.
It would be crazy to do otherwise.
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Post by Kimby on Mar 18, 2017 16:01:33 GMT
(I saw what you did there.)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2017 17:55:37 GMT
Years ago some of the mental disorders were much more alien and misunderstood by people outside of the mental health field. Not so much anymore. Terms like "borderline personality" and "bipolar" have become more familiar terms to many. Much of this is due to movies and books such as "Fatal Attraction", "Girl Interrupted" and a myriad of other films and of course, the internet.
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Post by kerouac2 on Apr 25, 2020 11:26:24 GMT
When I first moved into my building in 1991, I had only two neighbours living in one small flat. All of the other apartments were vacant. The whole building had been owned by the bank on the ground floor. Banks like to hold on to real estate, even empty real estate. I don't think anyone had lived in the building since the 1950s. But the bank finally started selling the flats, and mine was the first one that had been renovated by an investor for resale. About two years later I finally had neighbours. Not very many, but at least the building was not empty. I am the only person over the years who has not budged. People sold the flats, other people moved in and sold the flats again 5 or 10 years later. I have become the old man who lives in the last flat on top of the building at the end of the last corridor.
With the health crisis, I am back to living alone in the building. There is just one other person, but I have not seen him. His wife and children fled the city on March 17th just like everybody else. I only know he is there because I am not the only person putting trash in the downstairs bins from time to time.
I enjoy being able to turn my music up to top volume in the middle of the night. (The other person is on a lower floor at the opposite corner of the building.) I am a hermit.
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Post by mickthecactus on Apr 25, 2020 11:29:39 GMT
Perhaps you should change your name to Herman.
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Apr 26, 2020 1:21:52 GMT
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Post by Kimby on Apr 26, 2020 1:21:52 GMT
How many apartments are there in total, K2. And is the bank still on the lower level?
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Post by kerouac2 on Apr 26, 2020 5:16:18 GMT
There are actually only 7 apartments in the building, with the bank completely occupying the ground floor and half of the first floor.
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Post by bixaorellana on Apr 26, 2020 15:04:53 GMT
I really enjoyed your account of your home from 1991 until now, Kerouac. Although of course it's always a big deal getting a place of our own, do we necessarily envision that where we live might turn into its own story?
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Apr 26, 2020 15:45:29 GMT
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Post by Kimby on Apr 26, 2020 15:45:29 GMT
More questions to help me visualize K2s pied a terre
Is it an old building? Brick? Stone? Concrete and steel?Are the apartments each rather unique, or mostly similar?
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