I just love Crazy Aunt Purl, although I am a little miffed lately because she has had to cut off comments and sometimes there is something I just want to tell her or comment to her and I can’t and that is why, like Crazy Aunt Purl, I would like to stab someone repeatedly with a fork. In my case, and I would not doubt she would like to also, the idiot who was stalking/harassing her.
I mean, I do not think that was the reason Crazy Aunt Purl wanted to stab someone repeatedly with a fork, but it would be a reason for me.
Scroll down to April 15, 2009, on Crazy Aunt Purl and read “Just another day in the neighborhood.” I have lived in semi-rural neighborhoods, small city neighborhoods and rural neighborhoods, but I have never lived in a big city neighborhood.
I have always thought that city living would be fun to do for a year or two though. You know, get rid of the car and the insurance and the repairs, grab a bus when you want to go anywhere, spend Saturdays at a museum, Sundays at the park, just walk to the neighborhood night spot and listen to some jazz or blues.
I have however, lived in apartments where I could hear the next door man beating up his wife (yes, I called the police. I do that kind of thing.), or I had to go next door and hold the new baby because the 17 year old nervous mother had no idea what to do to calm him.
Now, our neighbors are dogs and that is not a commentary on their personality. It is their non-human companions I am talking about. We rarely hear from the neighbors themselves, it is their dogs that we have to deal with. No one seems to keep their pets in their yards and dogs wander all over. They all travel through our yard. This includes the two Chihuahua’s across the street to the two St. Bernard’s two doors down the road from us, who own their very own pet, a 9 pound dog that hangs with them. And, they leave piles for our Irritating little Chihuahua to smell. I mean, if you came across a pile of poop as big as you are, well—–.
In her city neighborhood, Crazy Aunt Purl has a loud mother with children who suffer from a rare form of selective deafness (probably from all that loud talking), and neighbors who cannot seem to learn to shut their car alarm off when they open their door.
In my semi-rural neighborhood, I have automobile owners who think it is cool to hang Confederate flags on their car, wear shirts riped out on the side so everyone can verify they have armpit hair and blast out “Watermelon Crawl’ from their mammoth woofers. Then there is the family whose young child screamed for two years straight. I do not believe that child learned to talk until she was five.
But, the worse are those who have dogs who bark all night. I mean, literally all night long. Some live like a mile away and I have no idea how they sleep through it, but once in a while I have a neighbor who shoots dogs. No, it is not me. But, you can only be sleep deprived for so long. Last night the barking was coming from three directions. I felt like I was in a 101 Dalmatian movie with a dog telegraph going on for an emergency.
By the way: Crazy Aunt Purl has a book out and it is hilarious.