Just a quick recordation of the usual banging around occurring in Effie's kitchen. I wonder if sometimes she forgets to bang a cupboard door closed and goes back to re-do it with a hefty bang.
We were out of town Thursday through Saturday, but we took my car, leaving the stress-inducing red truck behind. Some time during our absence, the alarm was set off. It's been set in "silent" mode, but the little indicator light tells all.
It must take a lot of energy to keep up with this negative attitude of hers.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Incident 2 of 3!
Last night, 11/18/11, we arrived home around 7PM to find Effie's favorite rubbish bin decidedly out of its place where it customarily discourages mail theft. Tut-tut. And of course you know we care only because it means she has TWICE failed to return the bin to its place, and the Landlords have given her only three chances. She wasn't home to hear me chirruping about the photos I was taking and asking the bin to give me its best pouty look...
And our hockey team won the away game we were home early to hear on the computer. That was nice.
Oh, and Effie has been banging around more than ever. Sigh.
And our hockey team won the away game we were home early to hear on the computer. That was nice.
Oh, and Effie has been banging around more than ever. Sigh.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Too Quiet on the Western Front
Since the previous post, we are aware of nothing worth mention Effie has done, other than her customary banging around in her kitchen (next to our living room) and her bedroom (next to ours). We saw her go through her front door last night as we approached the duplex on our walk from the bus stop. I can only wonder if she heard me say the word "felonious" as we mused over the non-surgery, to put a Monty Pythonesque spin on her supposed medical plan. But it was apparent she did hear us approach, at least to me.
Tonight, the big, ugly brown van is not in its usual spot. Lots of lights are on in Effie's unit, but we know that doesn't necessarily mean she's not at home. But this time, it seems quiet enough, so we're getting a little respite from the negative energy.
Tonight, the big, ugly brown van is not in its usual spot. Lots of lights are on in Effie's unit, but we know that doesn't necessarily mean she's not at home. But this time, it seems quiet enough, so we're getting a little respite from the negative energy.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Scary Halloween!
Well, October has passed in its entirety and there definitely was no surgery. Unless it was one of those cosmetic things they do with a few injections in an hour. Can't fix the ugly on the inside; may as well forget about the outside.
Effie has been playing loud music and banging around in her kitchen nightly. It seems she also tries to determine when we go up to bed: the sound of upstairs cupboards seems to follow us. Obsessive much?
Sweetie wins a virtual nickel: when we came home Halloween night, "Ms. Neighborly" had every street-facing light off in her side of the duplex. Except for an unattended candle burning in her bedroom window, which is upstairs and faces the street. How do we know it was unattended? Cupboards. Microwave door. You guessed it.
Yesterday morning (11/1), we came out of our door to leave for work, and then we saw that Effie had moved her favorite rubbish bin out of its position (where, if I may gently remind the dear reader, we keep by our porch to discourage mail theft). It was next to our composting and recycling bins in the sawdust area next to the walkway. We're sure it was in its little home when we arrived home the night before; it must have been moved sometime between about 9:30 PM and about 7:45 AM. It didn't just roll there on its own: I had faced it so the wheels were parallel to the walkway. I took photos. This matters: the rule is if the rubbish bin is not replaced as we asked three times, our landlords will use that as grounds for inviting Effie to live elsewhere sixty days after notice is given.
When we arrived home that evening, the bin was technically in place, though it was outside the hockey stick tape guidlines I laid down for her. Sweetie decided not to call that Incident #2. I would have done. I'm not so nice to bullies.
I still don't know why she's still there: if you or I lied about a felony on our rental application, we would have been tossed out WITHOUT due ceremony.
Effie has been playing loud music and banging around in her kitchen nightly. It seems she also tries to determine when we go up to bed: the sound of upstairs cupboards seems to follow us. Obsessive much?
Sweetie wins a virtual nickel: when we came home Halloween night, "Ms. Neighborly" had every street-facing light off in her side of the duplex. Except for an unattended candle burning in her bedroom window, which is upstairs and faces the street. How do we know it was unattended? Cupboards. Microwave door. You guessed it.
Yesterday morning (11/1), we came out of our door to leave for work, and then we saw that Effie had moved her favorite rubbish bin out of its position (where, if I may gently remind the dear reader, we keep by our porch to discourage mail theft). It was next to our composting and recycling bins in the sawdust area next to the walkway. We're sure it was in its little home when we arrived home the night before; it must have been moved sometime between about 9:30 PM and about 7:45 AM. It didn't just roll there on its own: I had faced it so the wheels were parallel to the walkway. I took photos. This matters: the rule is if the rubbish bin is not replaced as we asked three times, our landlords will use that as grounds for inviting Effie to live elsewhere sixty days after notice is given.
When we arrived home that evening, the bin was technically in place, though it was outside the hockey stick tape guidlines I laid down for her. Sweetie decided not to call that Incident #2. I would have done. I'm not so nice to bullies.
I still don't know why she's still there: if you or I lied about a felony on our rental application, we would have been tossed out WITHOUT due ceremony.
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