After the Dust Settled

After some detective work in the neighborhood, I discovered how lowdown and dirty my neighbor’s little charade was.

She claimed, her plumber told her, the evidence was clear. I’d broken water pipes in her yard when I turned the front corner with my riding lawnmower.

When my scheming neighbor talks, in what is for her, normal conversation, you can’t get a word in edgewise. I tried to explain, “If you feel I’ve violated the law, why not call the police?”

Faster than a politician, she sidestepped the issue.  The plumber’s account of the incident was quite different.  She unwisely bragged about getting someone else–my wife and I–to pay for repairs and excessive water usage.

The plumber was livid.  He’d not implicated me in the slightest. Fat chance of him ever working for my scheming neighbor in the future.  The leak was due to previous shoddy workmanship by another plumber, when a sprinkler system was installed. He further stated, there was another neighbor, with the same problem, from the same inept plumber.

You can’t win an argument when someone is hellbent on deviancy.  I’m sure that if I’d called the Sheriff initially, Ms. X from next door, would have placed all blame on the second plumber.  “Well, I don’t know.  It’s not my fault.  That was what my plumber told me.”

I penned a letter to Ms. X, sent it through regular mail.  I expressed disappointment with her behavior–which had slanderous implications.

My wife read the letter and advised me to tone down the rhetoric in some areas.  “Lambast her, but  don’t besmirch her character,”  “What character?”  I answered.

The gist of the letter, we didn’t bother others in the neighborhood, and, in turn, didn’t expect to be bothered.  We paid our own way and expected others to do likewise.

There’d been other issues with Ms. X in the past.  None of them this blatant.  Of course she reiterated all past episodes, chapter and verse.  Even though those issues were thought to have been laid to rest.

Will there ever be an apology–as requested?  I wish I could say I was optimistic, but, I can’t.  My wife and I just want to be left alone.

 

It Seemed Longer

Don’t know what it was about this past week. On Tuesday, while attempting to mow the front lawn, one of my neighbors chewed me out and claimed I’d damaged her water line.

No proof was offered and I had no knowledge of any such infraction. I was as polite as I could possibly be under the circumstances. She demanded I pay for repairs and excessive water usage. Despite my denial, she continued on.

That same afternoon, my phone service went kaput. It was out until today–Friday around noon. No internet for four days. I wondered for a time, if my crabby neighbor had something to do with it?

It couldn’t have been related, but a visit to a popular Italian-themed, casual dining restaurant yesterday, was a disaster. My piadinas were overcooked. Italian doughnuts for dessert were usually fluffy and light. Yesterday, they were heavy, and still doughy in the middle. Two groups of customers in our waiter’s section walked out in disgust.

Being without internet for four days wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened. It was a reminder of how dependent we are on computers and on the web.

Tuesday Before the Storm

Catch-up day before the madness begins. Yard mowed and trimmed yesterday. Today, Max the mighty mutt, got shampooed and had his nails trimmed

He’s still pouting, because I took him somewhere he hated to go. He’ll enjoy the trip Thursday. He’ll get to visit with his canine cousins, at our final destination.

Paying higher gasoline prices in Illinois, will be sticker shock.  Part of the new governor’s campaign promises.  Of course, the purpose was to improve roads/highways statewide.  Gas taxes were doubled.

I’ve never put much stock in campaign promises.  Four years is a long time.  Time will tell, whether or not, promises were kept.  One thing for sure, I will fill up the gas tank in Kentucky–just before crossing the state line.

Visiting with friends and family will be enjoyable for the next two weeks.  I don’t plan to waste time discussing politics.

What’s Your Frequency?

Not being able to receive programming from two of the four major US televisions networks, for going on two months, has become quite stale.

It’s no different than other abstentions of goods and services. Declaring a shortage of iceberg lettuce, then jacking up prices. Except, I am paying for services not received.

Meanwhile, Nexstar Communications and Direct TV continue their standoff. Nexstar owns a considerable amount of local TV stations–CBS, NBC, channels 44 and 55 locally. Each player in the stalemate blames the other.

Granted, summer replacement shows/reruns are nothing to brag about. I watch TV first thing in the morning, then for two hours before turning in to bed. I miss my favorite local station personalities.

I’m not a sports fanatic, but will not be given the opportunity to be one, this fall–if this stoppage continues. I’m locked into a contract with Direct TV. There would be a sizable penalty for changing.

Dish Network, the main competitor, is not immune to the same issues–rebroadcast of local stations. Tried an over the air antenna, in the past, and barely received one channel. My internet provider isn’t reliable enough for streaming. It may take some creativity on my part to solve these issues.

While Waiting

A beautiful sunny day at a busy intersection. Businesses at three of the four corners. I was waiting at the auto repair shop on the northeast corner.

The posted sign gave an 8:00 AM opening time.  Opening hours were relative. I walked through the open doors at 7:45. Greeted by office staff, agreed on a fair price for services, went to the waiting area.

Auto repair technicians showed up at approximately 8:00 AM. Customers began to congregate at the front service counters. One was an independent taxi driver. Another, a construction worker, with a flat tire on his work truck.

Traffic at the intersection frequently backed up in all directions. Which was the reason for the city policeman’s visit. He had a good sense of humor, necessary during our gabfest.

“Officer, I want you to arrest these guys. These guys are trying to rob us.”

The policeman got down to business. He was there to see recent security footage, concerning an auto accident investigation.

“We’re taking orders for lunch,” The cab driver offered the policeman.

“I hope to be out of here before then,” Said the construction worker.

The group came to the conclusion, video surveillance made it difficult for spring breakers to get away with mischief. Another member of the informal discussion panel related s story about spring breakers cutting holes in the walls of their room–to access adjacent rooms and wreak more havoc.

“After that, there was no way in heck, they got their security deposits back,”

Nobody liked the idea of $6.00 tolls each way, on the new bay bridge. Once tolls were set, they never went away.

Discussions ended for me. My car was ready. It had been 1 1/2 hours. That wasn’t a bad wait.

Another Birthday

This blog is celebrating its seventh birthday.  From a suggestion, It came to be.  My FB posts were like blog posts.  I no longer share blog posts with FB.  However, still share with Twitter.

There have been challenges to blogging this summer.  My wife’s health issues, most of all.  For now, she is on the mend, taking everything in stride. The vertebral compression fracture, which wasn’t at first discovered, gives her the most discomfort.

Something I didn’t need, was an attempt by miscreants to hijack my computer.  A sinister-looking red screen, fake error message, having to do with my browser, a toll-free number to call.  Their goal–it didn’t get that far–to hold my accounts hostage.  I stopped this lunacy with hard shut downs of my PC.

Why was I paying for internet security?  It didn’t seem to be working.  The laptop was attacked last night.  Shut downs were more difficult.  I had to take the battery out of its compartment each time.  I’ve since changed browsers.  So far, so good.

 

Sometimes Things Go Astray

Since last weekend, I’ve had muscle spasms in my back. Today, at least, the pain moderated. That was, until someone parked too close, at the gym. Crawling across the front seats from the passenger side, didn’t help matters.

A windshield rock chip was repaired this afternoon. That also occurred unexpectedly last weekend.

Tuesday, I noticed something on one of the car’s back tires, upon retrieving trash bins from the curb.

It was a large galvanized nail, bent over, but the business end was stuck in the tire. It was discovered before my dog’s trip to the vet for annual shots and checkup.

I was sweating raindrops, until we got back home. The tire held air until I made it the repair shop. Of course, the tire was unrepairable.  I was out the expense of a new tire.

Every day is a new day. Sometimes things just go wrong.