Thursday, May 20, 2010
We interrupt this regularly-scheduled programming for a post that has nothing to do with infertility:
As most of you know, Joey and I moved into our first home recently. So far, it's lovely. Things are coming together very nicely. The downstairs, with the exception of the transitions for the wood floors and wall art, is just about finished. The upstairs still needs some work, but everything should be done in the next couple of months.
The economy the way it is, a lot of people in our neighborhood are renters. It's a pretty quiet place. Most people have kids and dogs and can be seen walking with one or both as the sun goes down. People grill out on their back porches or sit and chat with other neighbors on chairs on their front porches. People wave when you drive by and, by 9 pm, our community is dark and quiet for the most part.
We love everything about our new home and our new neighborhood . . .
(Can you tell there is a "but" coming here?)
EXCEPT for our next-door neighbor.
Let's call him Carl. Carl appears to be the only person in the neighborhood who isn't friendly. He doesn't wave and he isn't considerate of others. How do I know this? Well, when I get home from work at about 6 pm, Carl is usually home already, playing his obnoxious music on his surround sound to the point where I can't hear my television when I'm trying to do my afternoon yoga. If it's not music on the surround sound, it's a video game or a "blow everything up" movie--all of which he has been known to leave ON when he leaves to go off, get drunk, and not return until about midnight.
Carl is pushing 40. He has two children (of course he does!), neither of whom live with him full time . . . probably so he can enjoy his party lifestyle. I've seen no less than five different women at his house to spend the night, all in their mid- to late twenties. Carl also has a dog, who he keeps locked in the garage all day and occasionally all night. The poor puppy cries and cries for someone to listen.
Carl is a moron. After complaints from neighbors, letters from the HOA, and two visits from the sheriff's department, Carl continues to pretend as though he lives in a house two acres from the nearest neighbor--instead of living in a townhouse community where he shares one wall with a single mother who is still in school and works full-time from home and a couple who are trying to have a baby and who both work full-time and go to school. What Carl doesn't realize is that every time someone complains about him, the owners of the property are notified.
I don't care how stupid Carl is or if it takes getting him evicted to get my point across, but I will not put up with this. This is our first home and we purchased a home in a community where we thought we could bring our first child into, and that has been ruined for me. Even Joey, who is normally the non-emotional, level-headed person in our relationship, is upset over this (he is the one who convinced me that we needed to go to the police).
Of all the people in the neighborhood we could have moved in next to, we had to move in next to Carl. At the end of the day, I know we are doing all we can to take care of this, but it's frustrating and it makes me angry. Not to sound all "woe is me," but why is it that everywhere we go and anything we do, we have to deal with the Carls and the Carl situations of the world? I'm tired: physically, mentally, and emotionally. Give me a break for once, would you? Anyone. Anyone who is listening.
All I'm asking for is a little peace in this madness.