Serendipity

I guess I am really shocked at how much disrespect there is in the world anymore. It doesn't seem to be against any one person, age, race, or the places they live, or work, it's just everywhere. And it's disgusting.  I know that at my 64 years of age, I am biased, but I was brought up to respect everyone and to try to NEVER disrespect anyone. Yet every day, I am, we are, being disrespected by neighbors.  From the day they moved in 2 yrs ago (+/-), we have had incident after incident of their dogs, turkeys and even chickens, coming into our yard from their property across the road. We watched while their turkeys and chickens were taken out by vehicles and through predation. Luckily,  none of the then 3 dogs had gotten hit. From the get-go, myself and my boyfriend's sister let them know they had to keep their pets under control. Opening a door and letting them run loose isn't keeping them under control. We let them know that if our dog (Diego) attacked t...

View from my desk of the outside I sit here giggling...with an image in my mind of what I must look like...you know those old ladies that sit near their windows and know the comings and goings of people in their neighborhood? Yes? Well... Although I'm not that old, that's me!!!  LOL  My desk sits to the right of the window above which gives me a view of who is coming and going from 4 of the buildings here, including from the other 3 apartments in my own building.  See, I am a bonified people watcher. Always have been and always will be.  I've seen a few things while the blinds are open but nothing that baffles me more than the fellow that lives upstairs. It's like he's a window watcher too. I have noticed time and again in the past week that when certain people pull in, he's out the door like a flash and attempting to casually walk up the sidewalk like he has nothing better to do. Being  nonchalant  doesn't suit him. I have watc...

Okay folks, I admit it...I am square. I don't like the smell of pot. Period. I've been this way since I was 18 and nothing's changed since. When I left my last pot-smoking boyfriend, I had high hopes I would not smell that stuff ever again. Boy...was I wrong. When my son and I moved into this apartment last October, the fun began. The people who live across the hall from us, a fellow probably in his late 20s or early 30s and a couple of young gals who I would be inclined to think/hope were in their late teens or early 20s really seem to like to puff their days away. Constantly.  If we walk out our apartment door we plow into an unseen cloud of pot smoke that about chokes us to death. I am being dead serious here. It's horrible and it even seeps in under our door and into our apartment at times. Ticks me off. I know you are thinking that I should report them. I have...to the office that manages this place. They served the people across the hall with a warnin...