In the wee hours of the frikkin night, I am instantly jolted awake by scrape, scraaaappppeeeee, scrape right outside my bedroom window. Was it a tree branch? NO… it’s my stoned ass neighbor out there ON MY PORCH scraping off the inch worth of fresh snow that had blown in through the rails. It was after ONE A.M.!!! Now he is out there playing, drawing maze paths with his shovel in the yards. I opened the door and talked to him. Oh yeah, he’s stoned, just got home, three sheets to the wind.
Okay. Fine. I toss a load into the LG washer/dryer combo machine. In an hour or so, he won’t be so high anymore and my laundry won’t even be halfway done. Will he hear the errrrmmmm of the water pump kicking on and off during the dry cycle through the wall? Nah, it’s not loud enough to bother anyone.
It just irritates me that he didn’t think… right now, I am jumpy at unexpected noises. It has only been a few days since an intruder invaded my space. I am still cleaning. To paraphrase the shaman of the bear clan, “if you want to cleanse your home, you must clean it.” I just took the carpet scrubber to the bedroom tonight. Yes, I wanted to remove the intruder’s invisible foot prints out of my sleep zone.
Oh well, I will just write myself to sleep? Ye about relaxed again now.
I am so utterly grateful to a dear friend for sharing three very simple and yet oh so powerful words: NOT AN OPTION.
Okay, so I am defusing tension with words by blogging how I feel and doing passive aggressive things like starting laundry in the middle of the night instead of automatically resorting to negative coping mechanisms. Yeah, but it’s going to be okay.
Thanks for reading!
Barnbees 
Neighbors…part of the reason I think I’d be better suited to living in an isolated cave somewhere…
Maybe smudging with sage will help cleanse/remove the negative energy from your personal space?
That’s my problem… I am accustomed to solitude, have lived with minimal interactions with neighbors before moving to this very social community. The guy next door just likes being helpful, but occassionally crosses the lines of what is okay and not okay. We had a little talk this morning, lol. Thanks for the idea about sage. My sister will most likely bring sage when she comes.
I got spoiled living about 15 miles out of town where I could go weeks without seeing my neighbors. My new neighbor is a strange old man and the first night here, I looked out the window & he was just sitting in his truck, in the dark, staring right in and watching us eat dinner. Ack! No. Go. Away. And No, I don’t need help with those branches…PLEASE quit tossing raw pork chops over the fence to my dogs..! Uh-huh….helpful neighbors…truly helpful neighbors would be some deer to trim the front ‘lawn’ and maybe some nice birds and chipmunks to warn me if anyone gets within 20 miles of me 😉
it is the city life. especially of a friday/saturday night………but there r bad neighbors everywhere and goodones too……….ignore the bad embrace the good……….I should try that too lol
Good advice. Thanks!