Update on the neighbor-guest "issue,"
I spent a major part of yesterday being worried and distracted about this thing, and hours (really - hours!), finding out what police phone number I should call if this happens again. I left work at the end of the day not knowing who to call, spoke with my mother when I got home and she told me that a white work van came up about 9 am and sat in my driveway for a few minutes before leaving. When the feller drove away, he put his fingers in the "peace" sign out his window.
That's how I had left it with him yesterday morning, "Peace," after asking him to turn the music down and listening to all his reasons why he felt the need to drink a lot of beer and play music loud.
Anyway - the state trooper finally called back and I spoke to him. My town doesn't have a noise ordinance, so he's not breaking the law. However, Mr Trooper said that 5am is out of line, and police would respond if I called in the future. I've got phone numbers now, for the state troopers and the county sheriff. He even offered to go talk to the guy (I passed), and said that it's OK to call 911 if he comes back and sits in the driveway again, so I feel better about the whole thing - at least for now.
On another note...
I'm only half embarrassed to say that when my friend was here last weekend and we were catching up, it was mostly about guys. She had some luck (the exact, right amount of luck) with match.com, a site I haven't used in years. So I signed up with them and am impressed.
The pond is a lot bigger over there! That means more very interesting people, and more weird people. Here's an email I got yesterday:
Subject: Match.com Message: Capricorn?
do you like men in general?.....do you need a handyman?.....do you have hairy legs or pits?
I would entertain the idea of travel to NY., not a problem for me. Your line of work sounds interesting. I would like to know more, please.
Sigh .... just ... sigh.
I'm not going to respond to that one.
Last week someone emailed me to ask if I had nice feet, not to be odd, he said. When I responded that it was odd that feet were the most important thing to him, he wrote that he had never said they were important.
Sigh again. That was the end of that. I'll let folks like that have the last word.
O Glorious Sunday!
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