Teppy, I'm so sorry for your loss. Lots of peace and coping wishes for you and your whole family.

Good morning.

Sympathies to Steph and family. Jeez, it really has been a hell of a time for you all. Many warm thoughts for peace of heart to you.

And continued ~ma wending its way to the PixDesigns. Swift resolution to you.

Minor rant, with advice request ahoy.

I live in an old neighborhood, where the back gardens are all connected and quite close together. In fact, the back garden of the house two doors down is roughly about 20 feet from my kitchen and bathroom windows.

The weather yesterday was gorgeous and I could, for the first time in weeks, leave my windows open and my very loud a/c off. Hallelujah!

Only, the neighbors, two doors down, were having a dinner party. They have dinner parties every weekend, and sometimes during the week. They are entertaining people.

I have no problem with that as a rule. They get loud, they go late, I roll with it.

Last night, however, their gathering was a bit smaller than usual, but oddly, much, much louder. In fact, I could hear ever frikkin' word, including a shouted conversation about hemorrhoids and anal bleeding.

I kid you not.

At first, I sort of winced and tried to ignore it, but it went on, and on and on. Eventually, I leaned out my kitchen window and said, "I suppose it doesn't matter to you, but you are sharing your hemorrhoid conversation with the entire neighborhood." crickets "Could you please keep it down just a little, I'm trying to sleep over here." crickets

Now, it was only 11, so I guess that makes me an old fogey.

Still. The medical conditions of my neighbor's guests are none of my business and I'm appalled that they are so oblivious to their environment that they don't know how to use an inside voice.

I am contemplating knocking on the door this morning and talking to them about it. Given the state of their yard, I have to assume they are renters, though I do not know this for a fact. I just want to reinforce that I should not be the one reminding their guests that the backyard is not their living room.

What is a more clever way to handle this?

Ah, hell. Tons and oodles and scads of ~ma headed out to the PixDesigns.

Steph, I am so sorry about your uncle. The universe definitely needs to back the fuck off.

I am back in my house, after spending yesterday napping and slounging at my parents. This place seems ridiculously bucolic after Nola. Not sure how I feel about it all. Have a lot of cleaning up and follow up and processing to do. Very glad I still have today and tomorrow off from work.

bonny, sounds like you've been extremely forbearing. Knocking on their door seems a friendly way of handling it, though you never know how people are going to react.

I'm sorry, Steph. You've been having a tough couple of months.

It is true, they might react badly, but I can handle disrespect.

I don't want to let things fester, that can't end well.

Plus, my landlord has had a wooden boat outside the liquor store for the last 10 years. Coincidentally, when I went out this morning, it had been pushed off its blocks and potentially damaged.

I don't know that it was retaliation, but it seems odd that it hasn't been touched for 10 years and last night something happens.

I want to put a face to the argument and personalize it enough that they know I am keeping an eye on them.

Lots of ~ma to the PixDesigns. I hope whatever the current problem is they get it under control quickly.

My condolences to you and your family, Steph. This has been a totally rotten summer for you.

ND & Pix, I hope you both were able to get a good night's sleep last night.

{{{Teppy}}} I'm sorry for your loss.

In happier news, it was Father's Day here today (yesterday now). I spent most of it on an assignment, which is not such fun; but Wallybee gave me a pressie of the first season of Castle. Given it contains one of the better father-child relationships on TV, I declare it: appropriate.