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The (Cyber) Bag of Weasels

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"About as much fun as a bag of weasels"...when I first saw this Irish adage, it made me think of the life of a writer: sometimes perilous, sometimes painful, certainly interesting. My paper journal has always been called "The Bag of Weasels." This is the Bag of Weasels' online home.

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Tomorrow afternoon, I will be leaving for Ocean City for the weekend. I will drive home from work, my beloved will have returned to me, Potter will hopefully be there as well, we will get in the car, and go. So this is something of a farewell to most of you for the weekend, but I will return shortly, hopefully in better health and spirits and with lots of pictures!

(As a side note: I have not forgotten Puerto Rico postcards and my journal entries from the trip. Both are almost finished; hopefully next week, I will get the last of the pictures posted and will gather the courage to face the disgruntled postal workers at the Ellicott City office and send out the postcards to those of you who requested them.)

It does seem that it is my fate this year to get sick just before departing for my happy holidays. I came down with a cold the day before leaving for Puerto Rico--that wreaked havoc on my ears while flying the next day, to be sure--and it seems that the yucky bug has struck again. This time, it's weird. Monday night, whilst chatting on YIM and having a merry time with a badly behaved Finrod muse who had decided to invade my apartment, open a bottle of wine for himself, and torment poor tarion_anarore, exhaustion dropped on my like an anvil. I credited it to having been on the computer for pretty much five hours straight, chatting with four people at the same time, and filling out that lengthy meme that everyone seems to have been roped into doing. Suddenly, I could barely keep my eyes open, and it was just after ten.

I had this strange tight pain in the muscles in my back and chest, like someone had taken them and given them a good, hard twist. At the best (now), they hurt when I sneeze or cough like I'm being punched. At the worst, I couldn't take a deep breath without hurting. I fell asleep with chills that continue to persist: It was in the 90s here in Maryland yesterday, but I did not turn on my air conditioning all day. In fact, my arms bristled with goosebumps even in the heat, and I spent most of the evening with the air conditioning in the apartment turned back to a balmy 74 (Bobby keeps it at 70, and I am comfortable with that) and wrapped in a fleece blanket. I have been getting random sharp pains like being stabbed with a dull knife, mostly in my head, ears, and elbows. And now my throat hurts too.

Today, it was slightly better. The tight pain in my back and chest is gone. I can breathe, yay! The sharp pains have subsided, luckily; I think I've had four today and was getting several an hour yesterday. And the chills are much better too. In fact, I have my air conditioning on my office now and got so warm before that I had to put my hair up off of my neck. But it was a normal kind of warm, not a fevered kind of warm.

It doesn't help that it is that favorite time of the month, and I always have one day of extreme lethargy right at the beginning of it when I contemplate work and fun alike with disdain and the muses run and hide with my husband. I have learned that forcing myself to do things helps a lot, and thanks to the happy hormonal regulation of Aviane, it's always Wednesdays that this happens, and Wednesday is usually a skating practice, which usually knocks me out of my PMS funk. Tonight, I have a date with my sister-in-law Erin (I have to specify since I have two sisters-in-law now, squee!) and mother-in-law to have dinner and see Click, the new comedy with Adam Sandler. Felak finds Adam Sandler quite endearing. Anyway, my mother-in-law should be nominated for sainthood and could make Morgoth smile and dance a jig, so I'm hoping that this evening will help. I strongly considered calling to cancel--feeling badly and still having pre-trip preparations awaiting me at home--but decided that it won't help, that I will wallow and get lonely without Bobby and not eat (because I only bought meals enough for two nights, counting on tonight, and don't trust myself to stop at the grocery store). So I'm going to do my damndest to have a good time tonight.

On a completely unrelated note, I have declared outright war against our next-door neighbors. Some of you might remember the post a while back about their annoying dog. Yep, they're one and the same. Yep, the dog's still there. After we sent in our letter, the dog-situation improved immensely and--like I said--it wasn't about depriving them of their pet so much as asking them to respect their neighbors by not leaving the dog home alone twelve hours a day to bark out the window at all inhumane hours and constantly, in that bark that's like a dentist's drill to my eardrums. But things improved, so we never pursued having the dog removed, being nice people. Really, we are. Really, we are the easiest people to live with, we just ask for very basic levels of common courtesy, the sorts of things you learn in Kindergarten.

Alas, they have begun pressing my buttons again. Firstly, the dog situation is back to being bad again; not as bad as before since it is too hot to open the windows, but they've taken to leaving the thing home for long hours again to bark it's merry little lungs out. Secondly, they have taken to discarding trash in the hallways. My dad used to have a saying: Where it drops, it stops; where it lays, it stays. That must be their motto. Cigarette butts and cigarette boxes were the beginning. Then Bobby came home and discovered that they'd shaved their dog on the front steps and left the hair strewn across the sidewalk and garden. He wrote a nasty letter and stuck it on the bank of mailboxes, and the hair was picked up. But still, wouldn't common sense and respect dictate that in a clean and quiet community like ours--or anywhere, I like to believe, but our community certainly does not lend itself the appearance of neglect--that a person should pick up the disgusting gobs of dog hair from their disgusting rat-dog?

Local businesses come by and leave menus and fliers in our doorways a lot; this is hardly the only community where this happens (though it happens to be against the rules in ours, I guess they don't bother to notice the big "NO SOLICITATION" signs posted everywhere). Even my parents in the middle of bum-screw-nowhere used to get fliers on their mailbox. The logical--and courteous--thing to do is take the fliers and throw them away. Preferably recycle them, but alas, I think I really hope for too much there because the recycling cans are at the end of our cul-de-sac and require devoting a full minute of walking to take trash to be recycled down there.

But no. They throw theirs in the hallway or parking lot. One day I came home to find that they'd dropped a dry-cleaning hanger on the stairs. Like I said, where it drops it stops; where it lays it stays. So being a nice and patient person (really) and hoping that maybe a gentle nudge might bring them from the ghetto-mentality in which they live to behave like civil adults, I would pick up the fliers and put them on their threshhold. Again, it is against the terms of our lease to throw garbage in the hallways--and fliers are specifically mentioned--but I hold out hope for the best in people, despite every indication otherwise.

Alas, I came home the other day to a flier again in the hallway, stuffed between the banister and the support, with a note attached: "We do not want this trash on our door." So, being nice again (when I could have gone straight to the leasing office with proof in hand of their slovenly habits), I wrote back, "Please do not leave your trash in the hallway. You are not the only people in this building, and it is not your trashcan. Please show some respect." I came home later to find the trash moved to my doorstep.

Okay, so all-out war has been declared. I mean really. What sort of lazy, ignorant sot do you have to be to choose to toss your garbage in the communal stairwell rather than carrying it with you into your apartment--since you are in the process of walking into your apartment, doubtlessly, at some point of the day--and expect that people will 1) pick up your trash or 2) put up with your piggish behavior? Bobby and I just signed a new lease; we are under new management and half of the conditions on the lease, the people next door violate.

I told Bobby last night that I am sick of them; I am sick to paying close to a thousand dollars a month for a one-bedroom apartment that I can't even enjoy because of a combination of their noise, filth, and reek (and they--meanwhile--have late-rent or eviction notices on their door almost every month) while they act like they live in a dorm or the fucking ghetto. No. If I wanted to live in the ghetto, I'd save my thousand dollars and move to the damned ghetto. So it has become my goal to get those people out of there. It seems pretty clear that they are not going ever learn basic decency or respect, and I'm tired of waiting for a year now. As the saying goes, come Hell or high water, they will be out of that apartment.

I am pissed off. I am pissed off and PMSing. Watch out.

I think that we will get them not on the fliers or even that fucking dog but the drug use: We have come home a dozen times if we've come home once to a building that reeks of marijuana, clearly coming from the third floor. Now there are two apartments on the third floor: us and them. I'm guessing that the State law enforcement employee and the US Customs employee are not the ones causing it.

Last night, I read our new lease and discovered an interesting half-page diatribe about the sale, manufacture, harboring, or use of drugs in the apartment.

Again, we have been nice. We could have easily called the cops or the apartment management and reported them months ago. As it happens, Bobby and I both believe that marijuana should be legalized, and we also both believe that adults who are minding their own business should be allowed to keep their private business to themselves (negating the fact that they make the entire building reek) and so we have overlooked it. No more. As they say in hockey, the gloves are coming off now.

But...first I am going to enjoy my weekend, enjoy the sun, the sea, and my husband, and leave dealing with the skanky ghetto potheads until we get back. I wish you all the best weekend and will talk to everyone when I return!
  • (no subject) - satismagic
    • I went and splashed in the ocean for you, then shivered and ran away because it was cold. I hope that will suffice? :)
  • Poor you... getting sick again. I do hope that be the time you read this comment you'll be feeling a lot better.

    Would you believe that I've also started sneezing yesterday? And having this strange discomfort in my right ear, like there's water in it, or something? Today, though, I does not seem to be aggravating, so I might get away without having a full-blown cold.

    Your idiot neighbours are just asking to be thrown out into the street with all of their belongings and their yapping dog. The might as well move back in the ghetto, since they can't live like civilized people. Do whatever you must and have them kicked out. *keeps fingers crossed for that*

    Also, enjoy yourself as much as possible in Ocean City. It might not be Puerto Rico, but the familiarity of the place should add to the pleasure of spending the week-end there. Take lots of pics and I hope the weather will be wonderful, so you can spend a lot of time on the beach. *hugs*
    • Would you believe that I've also started sneezing yesterday?

      I'm telling you, there's truth to the term "computer virus!" JunoMagic wasn't feeling well at the same time that I wasn't, and we'd been chatting the night before. It's a computer virus, I tell ya! :^D

      Do whatever you must and have them kicked out. *keeps fingers crossed for that*

      Me too. Well, the community regulations are in our favor,and I don't think that we are unreasonable to ask for peace and quiet and hallways free of trash. Bobby and I are not unreasonable people, and we have been more than tolerant.

      Also, enjoy yourself as much as possible in Ocean City.

      I did, thank you! :) Despite being in pain for some of the trip because of my weird illness and a few overcast days, we had a great time. I have the post written, so the question becomes: Can I answer my comments and upload the pictures in a timely fashion? Otherwise, it will be posted tomorrow.
  • Have fun!
  • Whoa. That sounds like a weird illness. Kind of like a whirlwind flu or something. I hope you feel better.

    Sounds like the neighbors have reached the point of no return, if they're dumping stuff at your door. Start documenting things, and then have a nice little chat with your landlord.

    By the way, how is Reading Week? Have you discovered anything fabulous that I should read, too?
    • Awww...poor you! I hope that you have a wonderful weekend and that when you come back you can wage war on those assholes and get rid of them once and for all. Getting them turfed on the pot issue is..well..ya gotta do what ya gotta do when war has been declared!

      P.S. Erm...I should have told you before this, but...didn't you want me to post the Sil synopsis to Henneth Annun this Sunday?

      Did you forget to send it to me? I have not received it!

      If you were planning to send it to me later, then please ignore this!

      And again, go have a wonderful weekend!
      • Getting them turfed on the pot issue is..well..ya gotta do what ya gotta do when war has been declared!

        Lol! Exactly! It's not even something that I would mind, if they were decent people, because I really believe that that sort of thing is everyone's own business. But so much of their lives inconvenience ours that I'm using whatever I can to get them out of here. We pay too much for this place to be picking up our neighbor's trash or leaving the apartment because we cannot bear their barking dog.
    • Whoa. That sounds like a weird illness. Kind of like a whirlwind flu or something. I hope you feel better.

      I do...now! It feels almost like when I had the shingles and half of my body felt like it was made of exposed nerves. But it's beginning to subside; it doesn't hurt to breathe anymore, which is a good thing. Brain like oxygen. ;)

      Sounds like the neighbors have reached the point of no return, if they're dumping stuff at your door. Start documenting things, and then have a nice little chat with your landlord.

      Bobby's having a chat with them tomorrow when he turns in our new lease to find out what we need to do in terms of documentation. I don't think it will be a hard battle. Rare are the months when they do not have some form of late rent notice on their door. Big surprise there. But I figure the management will be glad to be rid of them.

      By the way, how is Reading Week? Have you discovered anything fabulous that I should read, too?

      Reading Week has been postponed because--under the new Internet regulations at work--I can't read anywhere! All of the Tolkien sites are among those that are blocked. One day, if I'm bored, I plan to save a bunch of stories to my computer and do it that way, but I haven't had the time yet. If I find something good, I'll let you know!
  • *hugs* You already told me most of this, but still, I can't believe those people! At least my neighbors only do weird things like plant large trees right next to their house, and now they've roped off their front yard, but this amuses me. And their dog is nice.

    Good luck getting them kicked out! Hopefully when you get new neighbors they'll be nice and clean and quiet.

    Have fun at the beach! (Like I even need to say it!)
    • We did have fun! I was in agony for part of it with my weird illness and it was overcast and rainy for another part, but we still had fun, which further proves that the three of us--Bobby, Potter, and me--could have fun in a blank white room. :^P

      At least my neighbors only do weird things like plant large trees right next to their house, and now they've roped off their front yard, but this amuses me. And their dog is nice.

      *envies* Why, oh why, do my neighbors have to have a dog that resembles a white rat...a very noisy white rat? With bulging eyes? Am I being punished for some random transgression in a past life?? :^P
      • Eww, STDs strange illnesses. And rain. But hey, there's nothing wrong with being amused in a white room! ;)

        Am I being punished for some random transgression in a past life?? :^P

        If so, it must have been some awful deed. What did you do, refuse the Valar a silmaril? ;P
  • Yucky neighbors, ack. I'm sorry, boo boo. And, I hope you feel even better soon! And, I should have asked you for YOUR address so I could send you a postcard ffrom Mexico, but I was a little distracted and didn't send any postcards at all...oops. Have fun!

    *lovies*
    • I'm feeling better (at last) and the yucky neighbors have not been home since we've been home, which makes me feel even better.

      And, I should have asked you for YOUR address so I could send you a postcard ffrom Mexico, but I was a little distracted and didn't send any postcards at all...oops.

      Hee! Yes, your postcard is still sitting in a Ziploc baggie on the shelf behind me. It's written and everything, I just have to brave The Horror That Is the Ellicott City Post Office *cue dramatic music* *dundundun* Where Even Other Disgruntled Bureaucrats--Even Those from the Criminal Justice Professions--Dare Not Tread. :^P

      But you had more on your mind than we silly LJ friends in Mexico, so do not worry about it! I'm so glad that everything went well and *huggles* to you all! :)
  • Hey hon,

    it's past the weekend, so how are you feeling now? Your situation you described sounds a bit where we're heading to now with our lovely new neighbours, but yeah i recognise a lot. So maybe it is time to call the cops, I mean you have the same rights as they do: to enjoy the space you rent for which you pay money for. Did you take this to the building owner? Maybe unite forces with the rest?

    Oh Kevin passes on his comments as well ;) {{{hugs}}}
    • Yay! *huggles to you and Kevin both*

      it's past the weekend, so how are you feeling now?

      Better...but still strange. A bit like when I had the shingles and it felt like I was nothing but exposed nerves on one side of my body. But the worst of the pain has passed, and that's a good thing! :) Now it's just...funny feeling.

      My illnesses are as strange as me, it seems!

      So maybe it is time to call the cops, I mean you have the same rights as they do: to enjoy the space you rent for which you pay money for. Did you take this to the building owner? Maybe unite forces with the rest?

      We've complained once about the dog. Subsequently, the dog problem improved, but it is getting bad again. Bobby is dropping off our new lease tomorrow and is going to ask how we need to document or respond to the next instance of drug use. Also, I am done with taking even little stuff off of them; everything is getting documented and sent to management.

      The sad thing is, we pay our rent and they don't. They have late notices on their door almost every month, but then they cry to mommy, and she pays for them. I guess this shows the truth that you care about it more when you pay for it. :^/

      Good luck with your neighbors too. Is it really that hard, being a good neighbor? *grumblegrumble*
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