Time and Its Effects
Yesterday was the 6th anniversary of my brother's wreck. I marked the occasion by forgetting about it completely until I was lacing my running shoes this morning. I don't know what to think of that, really. Perhaps I'm just tired.
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It's been quite a while since I've provided a neighbor update, and it has been interesting, so here goes:
The house to the south of ours was sold to a couple of guys who have been fixing it up with the hopes of selling it by next month. They've put in new carpets, painted the exterior and interior, re-roofed, repaired fence, etc., etc. It looks a lot better, but they're doing a half-assed job at best. Given the price that they're hoping to get, I sincerely doubt it will be occupied anytime soon.
Just to the north, we have vacancy. Blissful, quiet vacancy. Weightlifterguy had moved out a couple of months ago, yes. But he rented his house to his 19 year old loser of a nephew and 4 or 5 of the nephew's drinking buddies. It has been a bad scene, folks. The police have been to that house many times since then. There have been fistfights and 3 AM profanity-laced tirades. The idiots had taken to harassing the sweet 70 year old widow across the street from them. We know for a fact that they had been in our backyard at least once, trampling a tomato plant and leaving behind a flip-flop. I was constantly throwing beer cans and cigarette butts back into their yard. I am not a person who is generally predisposed to the emotion, but I found that I hate those people.
hiccup spoke with Weightlifterguy this morning, and apparently he had to evict all of his tenants a couple of weeks ago - with a baseball bat. They had trashed the house, completely and devastatingly. The carpets are ruined (they had at least 2 separate litters of puppies living there), sheetrock beaten, and windows broken. He told them to get out, and expects it to be at least a couple of months' restoration before he will be able to put the house on the market. I don't know what he was thinking by renting the place to those idiots. There was really only one possible outcome. It's a shame, too, because the house is (was?) really nice. I'm really glad we weren't around for the big confrontation there, because the idea of Weightlifterguy angry and wielding a baseball bat is not a pleasant one by any stretch.
Looks like we'll be playing neighbor roulette soon. Given the events of the last year or two in those houses, I'm game.
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It's been quite a while since I've provided a neighbor update, and it has been interesting, so here goes:
The house to the south of ours was sold to a couple of guys who have been fixing it up with the hopes of selling it by next month. They've put in new carpets, painted the exterior and interior, re-roofed, repaired fence, etc., etc. It looks a lot better, but they're doing a half-assed job at best. Given the price that they're hoping to get, I sincerely doubt it will be occupied anytime soon.
Just to the north, we have vacancy. Blissful, quiet vacancy. Weightlifterguy had moved out a couple of months ago, yes. But he rented his house to his 19 year old loser of a nephew and 4 or 5 of the nephew's drinking buddies. It has been a bad scene, folks. The police have been to that house many times since then. There have been fistfights and 3 AM profanity-laced tirades. The idiots had taken to harassing the sweet 70 year old widow across the street from them. We know for a fact that they had been in our backyard at least once, trampling a tomato plant and leaving behind a flip-flop. I was constantly throwing beer cans and cigarette butts back into their yard. I am not a person who is generally predisposed to the emotion, but I found that I hate those people.
hiccup spoke with Weightlifterguy this morning, and apparently he had to evict all of his tenants a couple of weeks ago - with a baseball bat. They had trashed the house, completely and devastatingly. The carpets are ruined (they had at least 2 separate litters of puppies living there), sheetrock beaten, and windows broken. He told them to get out, and expects it to be at least a couple of months' restoration before he will be able to put the house on the market. I don't know what he was thinking by renting the place to those idiots. There was really only one possible outcome. It's a shame, too, because the house is (was?) really nice. I'm really glad we weren't around for the big confrontation there, because the idea of Weightlifterguy angry and wielding a baseball bat is not a pleasant one by any stretch.
Looks like we'll be playing neighbor roulette soon. Given the events of the last year or two in those houses, I'm game.
posted by ptooey at
2:56 PM
3 Comments:
May it be all uphill from here.
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bhd, at Mon Sep 17, 05:45:00 PM
Tragedies live fresh in our minds for 6 or 7 years...and then they take a blessed back seat to our daily lives and we remember them at anniversaries and certain events. Not being constantly reminded is called healing, and it is to be appreciated.
And hey; of you have two freshly renovated houses in the neighborhood, that can only increase your property value. w00t!
By
Beanie, at Tue Sep 18, 07:51:00 AM
Lets hope that some stable folks move in. and I don't mean horse trainers. :wink:
By
Mermaid Melanie, at Tue Sep 18, 02:47:00 PM
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