How To Handle My Nasty Neighbors Part Three: Nasty Neighbors, #3

By Margaret Brown

If you haven't read part one and part two, no point in reading this book.  It will confused you and see me as one of those nosey, neighborhood biatches.  On second thought, maybe I am one!

• Language: English
• Publisher: From the Desk of Margaret Brown
• Release date: Jun 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223039365

Margaret Brown

K.K.'s story is about how she was mislabeled as being a slow learner, while it was believed she had dyslexia. It wasn't until she was in middle school before she was diagnosed as having, 'photophobia,' a condition caused by the eye, itself. Photophobia is caused by the aqueous humour in the eye. The aqueous humour is a fluid at the front of the eye, which helps to maintain the shape of the eye. Light passes through this fluid on its way to the retina. The shape of the eye can determine eye fatigue, such as handling glare from a computer, dealing with lighting conditions, which can distort what one sees, as well as having difficulties with organizational issues, such as not seeing items that may be directly in full view.

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One Good Deed

Well, it’s been a somewhat stressful summer, just like last year.  Now, I have to hope that things will get better. Yesterday, Sept. 6th, the house to the left, that’s been completed renovated, was shown to perspective buyers.  I can’t help but worry about who might buy this house.  It’s a bit pricey, but so is the housing market.  So, whoever can buy this house, must have a well-paying job.

I can only hope, whoever moves in, will respect us and that includes no obnoxious loud music.

Now, since I have this anxiety disorder, I couldn’t stop myself from removing the trash can, recycling can, and an extra can used for gathering debris in the yard away from my fence, which the workers left and never bother to put them back. I thought it was just plain laziness to leave these containers close to the fence line and not to return them to the place where they are stored.

Once again, I began tripping, wondering whoever buys that house, will they keep those containers near the fence line, only because they might think it’s okay?

So, in the early morning hours, I wore my long, black trench coat, a pair of black tennis shoes and a black hat and entered the back yard of the renovated home.  I knew if I were going to move those containers, I’d better do it before someone moves in.

Since I have nighttime blindness, I have to be extra careful.  Fortunate for me, I was quite familiar with the route.  First, I started to move the debris container and was surprised it was filled with hedge trimmings.  The house has a hedge in the front and on the sides. The trash can had a hose tucked inside it along with the hedge trimmings.  Well, it didn’t surprise me in the least that the recycle container also was filled with the same debris.

Well, as much as that house will cost the new owners, one would think those containers would’ve been free of any debris like that!  Now, that to me is tacky!  Any potential buyer before, would never have known about it, if I hadn’t taken the time to move these containers. So, if they should check out the backyard, it’s definitely noticeable.

So, even though I was helping myself, I did the potential buyer a good deed!

Yes! Bunny Man Again!

Okay, maybe I should have called the police, on either Friday, September 9th, or Saturday, September 10th, when Bunny Man decided to continue his Party Hardy.  Except, it wasn’t exactly a party, like before.  There didn’t seem to be that many people over.  Their fun time began on both days around 7:30 p.m. and I’m not sure when it ended.  His daughter jumped on the trampoline with two young boys and I lost track of how much time they’d spent on that trampoline.

Since the music wasn’t that loud, I wasn’t sure about calling it in.  It was obvious, he had lowered the volume, but for how long?  So, I decided it would need to be a little louder or wait to call it in after 10:00 p.m., since the decibel range is lowered. The online complaint is still ‘open’ and I know they are waiting to book him on something.

All I can say is I’m thankful for not hearing the music or talking inside the house.  If I could be sure they are being more considerate, I could live ‘worry-free.’

Obviously, Bunny Man is still working.  So, perhaps my three letters to his place of employment didn’t pan out.  However, it looks like Raggedy Annie has had a rough patch with her insurance job.  She’s not driving to work, since her back door curtains are open.  She would close them, if she weren’t at home.

And as for reporting the possibility of child abuse to their daughter’s school, only time will tell.  As a backup, which I mentioned earlier, I did send a letter to the state’s child abuse network.  Now, they should check it out and if so, put some pressure on the girl’s school.

So,