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Thursday, April 12, 2007

My So Called Neighbors

Our new neighbors are driving me crazy. I can't stand it anymore. And not because they are doing the usual annoying neighbor things like not keeping the yard in decent condition, or blaring the stereo or having ugly cars parked outside my windows. They don't even own a barking dog. No, what they do irritates me far more than any of those things.

Here's a little background: We bought our house last August from the builder. He also built the house behind us. His son-in-law was the foreman on the building of the two houses or whatever, something like that. His son-in-law works with him. The house behind us has been empty and for sale since probably sometime the beginning of last year. We have not had a neighbor live there since we moved in. Which is actually pretty nice.

And then a couple of weeks ago, possibly a couple of months, the for sale sign was taken down. They must have sold the house. We're getting neighbors. We were a little nervous. Who were these people moving in?

About the same time we receive a phone call from the son-in-law. He wanted to know if we were having any problems with our house that he needed to take care of. We told him we didn't. I thought it very unusual he called out of the blue like that. A few weeks later it was very apparent why he made the phone call. He and his wife and two little boys were moving in next door. They had bought the house.

Well, this might not be so bad. He seemed like a nice guy. Brian talked to him a bit when they were bringing some things over one Saturday afternoon. They stayed there that night and went to church the next morning. Nothing out of the ordinary. Brian noticed they had a refrigerator delivered. A few days later it looked like they had to replace it. All very normal activity for people moving into a house.

And then, a few days later we realized they hadn't been there for at least a couple days. Odd. We wondered where they were for a couple of minutes and dropped it. A few more days had gone by and we saw the parents stop by, go inside, and then leave.

That is when I told Brian my theory. I was pretty sure she had killed her husband in some kind of husband/wife dispute and the parents and her were trying to cover it up. I suggested that when the police came to question us we say something like, "and they seemed like such nice people". It's the only reasonable explanation for why they weren't living in their new house.

That theory was quashed when a few days later the woman had spent the night and the next morning the guy showed up. He drove this huge truck with bee hives on the trailer. It was weird. And ugly and I didn't like it. They went to church and afterwards he left, taking the bee hives with him. And then she left and the house has once again been empty since then.

One Saturday I saw her and three other people drop off more items, but that has been it. Why does this make me so annoyed you may wonder? Because. Because when you move into a house, you move in. You bring in all your stuff in one day because you are so excited. You take off a few days of work so you can unpack as much as possible. For the next few days or a week you live hiding in closets and bathrooms because you don't have window coverings yet. You work at organizing and finding spots for all your old things and take inventory of all the new things you want to decorate your new place. It's what you do when you buy a new house. You don't drop of your crap at random intervals and leave it deserted. You don't let the place go to hell. At least when it was up for sale it looked nice. Why, I ask you, would they not live there? I don't get it.

I guess they have been doing all the usual annoying things. The big, ugly truck outside my window and the unkept yard. The only difference is they do that and they aren't even living there yet!

9 Comments:

  • that is sorta how we moved six years ago. we had our dream home built only a mile down the road from where we lived (i know, people ask why did you move just a mile down the road, why not stay where you are)... well, because it's five and a half acres bordering on wetland with ten million trees and wildlife... {grin}

    okay, to get on with my story, it took us three months to move because we would pack up a few things, take them down to the new house, and on and on. we did have a little moving company move the big stuff like refrig, beds, etc.

    we were fortunate to be able to keep our old house while moving into new one.

    but i must say, we definitely were the exception, not the rule!

    By Blogger Karen, at 12:30 PM, April 13, 2007  

  • We moved over a week, sort of. If we had been able to move over a month or so we might have done that too. ;) Maybe they are still trying to sell the house they have now? Maybe they are just big procrastinators and each time they bring one thing over they decided they worked hard enough for the day and wait a few more before bringing anything else over? hee!

    By Blogger cat, at 2:41 PM, April 13, 2007  

  • god stop your bitching your stupid whore. first of all you said your a church goer right? that explains part of why your bitching. because your neighbors arent exactly like the ordinary everyday average joe. shut the fuck up. people dont revolve around you fuckwad. everyone is different and will live how they choose. its not the end of the world if some stuck up rich people or some poor ass white trash or even some niggers move in next door to you.

    I dont see why a big old truck would be an eyesore. its not like they are there enough to really bother you. and just think when they finally move in 100%, that big fucking ugly ass truck as you so put it will be there EVERYDAY! it sounds like a work truck to me. so boohoo you stupid bitch. get used to the fact the world isnt a whole part of your big fucking perfect ass life. your going to run into bullshit everyday. dont like it? go put a fucking bullet between your eyes whore.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 4:58 PM, April 14, 2007  

  • Wow, that was harsh. I take it your neighbors don't like you. Regardless, I can hate the eye sore truck if I chose and I hardly doubt it's worth commiting suicide over. It might be worth a phone call to the homeowners'association however. Thanks for stopping by.

    And to my readers I like, Karen, Cat. You're right there are probably many reasons why they haven't completely moved in, but it's still weird!

    By Blogger Jolynn, at 9:43 AM, April 15, 2007  

  • Throw fire crackers up their tail pipes?

    Sorry. I got nothing.

    By Blogger Beth, at 7:56 PM, April 15, 2007  

  • anonymous must have had a bad day huh??

    This is why I want to move as far into the countryside as we can get.

    Hope things get better:-}

    By Anonymous steve, at 8:22 AM, April 16, 2007  

  • We moved over two days.. just like you described, we couldn't wait to get into our new place! I'd certainly wonder about the long moving in period, too!

    By Anonymous Monique, at 7:07 PM, April 16, 2007  

  • Curiouser and curiouser. I would have to say that is quite strange. And would annoy me too. All the comings and goings and limbo.

    By Anonymous InterstellarLass, at 10:19 PM, April 16, 2007  

  • 10 days to move. I have a lot of STUFF...and it was just me moving it! I wouldn't like the truck either....unless it was one of those trucks that had a man-bucket and they let me use it to hang my Christmas lights!

    By Blogger Envoy-ette, at 12:08 AM, April 21, 2007  

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