Moby doing much better, now that there is actual air to breathe. Not snuffling and squeaking and wheezing through his nose this week. Sun helps, or at least proof that the light is getting through with not so much particulate.
That our next door neighbors, the loud ones with their all night summer balcony parties, over the top cell phone calls, booming computer games, and most recently - drums until 0400, have been smoking voluminously these past two weeks, means the long hallway stinks. None seems to be getting under our door since the management added a brush strip. Even our lovely Balkan, smoking maintenance guy thinks the smoke from them "stinks!" Coming home Friday, an ambulance was out the main door, as I came in a woman in a scarf, much bundled, was being rolled out on a gurney, awake but anxious, with one of the guys from next door. I've seen a good half dozen young men in and around that two bedroom apartment, but never her before. Not even on the balcony. This worries me. How isolated she must be.
Then we got all our other neighbor's mail, and our mailbox is next to this loud awful bunch. We figure we've probably lost some mail. Not like they are going to return it. Subbing-holiday mailman error, we assume. Still, all worrisome, and nothing we can do about it. Admittedly, we give the finger when we walk past their door, but that's ultimately harmless. A gesture to our own powerlessness in the face of bold obnoxiousness.
Like we used to raise a finger to our Guard unit armory, which made us feel better, and affected the Army not at all.
Here's to being calm in the face of the inevitable. Smile and shrug.
7 comments:
Happy and Peaceful New Year and Good Luck with the neighbours.
These photos of Moby are beautiful, especially the first one. Love the light and shadows, the textures and colors - and how he shines! Very good work, Zhoen.
:)
I admire the stoicism, I'm sure it must be maddening oftentimes. Last year I was frequently spitting feathers due to the frequent, heavy stomping from the neighbours above. I generally don't let it get to me anymore since I know they're not trying to wind me up, they're just not aware how loud it sounds.
Therefore, I wish you strength in remaining calm - and smiling - in the face of a far more trying set of neighbours.
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60,
As to you and yours.
Crow,
Aw, shucks.
Trou,
Oh, we call the office and bang on the walls, too. Worst neighbors were an arguing couple upstairs, no insulation between floors. D called them "Cobra and Mongoose."
This building is pretty well built, we never hear any of the other adjacent apartment's noises.
I hate how the noisy and obnoxious always impose themselves on the rest, then claim it's a matter of personal taste and lifestyle choice and we've no right to complain and we're just being boring... Odd about the elderly frail relative in there though, a disturbing eye-opener. Hope it changes for the better.
They are perhaps some of the loveliest Moby pics ever.
Lucy,
Not elderly, couldn't have been 30, not frail either. Muslim type head coverings.
Thing is, there are complaints (not just us), that specific issue goes away, then a new version appears.
But I know that from families, when the cranky one gets catered to, and the cooperative folks get more imposed on to keep the problem one happy. Which they never will be.
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