Oh what a crazy day in my little neck of the woods..Yikes! My crazy drunken neighbor was in rare form, he had his car radio turned up and it was blasting the top 40 by 7 a.m.
That man is spirited I must tell you; he started yelling around noon. The usual “Yeah!” and “Whooah!”.. the music got louder and louder. As strange as this sounds; I like the guy’s taste in music, so I am enjoying myself out in the front, doing some light weeding and some casual seed harvesting, when the dried out wheat straw neurotic from next door shows up.
She asks me about the crazy drunken neighbor, as if I am responsible for the man’s behavior. “I don’t know why he’s like that, I guess he is crazy.” She asks me if I have called the cops on him and then asks “What is my take on this?” She has this notion that somehow I can resolve this for her because “I have lived here longer.” ( me,11 years her, 6 years)
I informed her of a time I called the cops, only to have them show up at my house, talk to me in right in front and all the while pointing directly at the guy before they talk to him for 2 minutes, then leave. I tell her that I have an uneasy truce with the guy and I don’t want to ruin it.
She looks at me like I am crazy. I suggest that she, Mrs wheat straw call the cops. She doesn’t like it, she mentions my dying tree in a snide manner, I tell her I’m trying to save the poor thing. Just then like if on cue; We hear a “Yeah!” She sighs and scampers off and I am left to my seed heads.
I was busy for most of the day; doing Mom stuff and gardening. I could hear the party getting louder and louder. Crazy drunken guy drumming on something and then he starting yelling out words but I couldn’t make out what they were, through all the slur. I crept up closer and listened..It was “America!” “God bless America!” How touching and how patriotic. This got a laugh out of me and the day progressed and eventually everything became quiet.
He must be napping, I mused and went to make dinner.
I am almost ready to put everything on the table when Act Two begins; It starts with a flurry of loud explosions (Fireworks) and ends a few minutes later with “You dirty F***ing Whore!” over and over..Then bottles break and the roar of an engine, someone has driven off, I don’t want to look.
We turn up the music (Beatles, Abbey Road) and eat our dinner (chicken and rice, Yum) I notice that it’s getting dark as the sounds of a click clicking of someone running in high heels tells me the party isn’t quite over yet.
The night plays out without further incidents, or so I thought….I stayed up late writing about my “Unblinking eye of truth” post and chatting online. It was about 1:30a.m. when I heard a noise, I didn’t know what it was and opened my front door and looked out. There was the crazy neighbor’s adult son, I’ll call him Pudgy, kicking over my trash can! He looks right at me and says with glee; “Call the cops.”
My stupid temper makes me run out and tell him to “Pick that up right now!” He keeps going. M.M. drags me inside…I am totally worked up by now and I stay up and drink coffee till I pass out……and then…Good Morning: it’s time to start the day and I’m off on a new adventure! Have a great day! Strawberryindigo.