Sunday, March 25, 2012

Why Am I NOT Surprised?

For those of you who have read my previous posts regarding my troublesome neighbors, an update: as Collin and I were leaving for church this morning, I saw the kids' parents gathered outside their apartments, watching us get into the SUV. I figured that meant one of two things: one, we'd come home and find our apartment ransacked and anything of value gone (if that sounds unreasonable of me, consider: anyone who will break one rule will have no problem breaking others), or two, there would be a soccer game in progress in the courtyard. From the start, I've never expected this peace and quiet to last. It hasn't so far...never more than a few days pass before the kicking resumes.






I told Collin we should go home through the back of the complex so they wouldn't see us coming, in the event I was right on either count. We cut through the next street over, and what did we encounter? Yep...all the usual suspects, plus soccer ball. 


But...it's not my problem. That courtyard is at least ten times as big as the one by our place. I don't even know if the signs are posted over there. I didn't look. At least they could play over there without much likelihood of doing any damage. As long as they're not hitting my door or windows, I will say nothing.


Of course, there is a parking lot near that courtyard....




No, that didn't happen. At least not yet. 





12 comments:

  1. That's the problem with living among troublesome neighbors: you raise concerns once, and you risk the notion of things escalating way out of control before you realize what's happening.

    Enjoy the peace while it lasts!

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    1. I refuse to be intimidated. Besides, I've made this so public, if they did anything, it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who did it.

      These posts get a lot of attention--ten pageviews and four "likes" in fifteen minutes. And thanks to you, William, and everyone else who's shared, tweeted, etc.

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  2. People in the wrong will often blame the person who is in the right. I don't get it, but it seems to be human nature. Sorry your neighbors are being such brats.

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    1. That's it exactly. In their eyes, I'm picking on their kids.

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  3. Dear Apartment Manager,
    My friend Norma Beishir is a tenant and would like to enjoy her quality of life which is being destroyed by children banging their soccer ball on her door and windows. Writing bestsellers, Norma probably would love some peace and quiet. Sometimes people she knows become models for the characters in her books. If you don't fix this unbearable situation, then you might end up as a very antagonistic character in Norma's next novel about the apocalypse!Sounds like bad karma for you and more success for Norma, but I digress.
    Anyway, we appreciate your intervention and hope you will find an amicable solution to this problem.
    Sincerely,

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  4. Evie! I could hug you!

    Our property manager's good at her job, but I think company policy regarding this sort of thing leaves a lot of be desired.

    I can blog on idiots, but I'd lose interest trying to write a book about them. I get bored easily.

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  5. Kids are sponges, they learn from their parents.
    Keep up the pressure, they expect you to fold.
    That is what happens here in Tucson the ones in the wrong are constantly marching, great amounts of people yelling and screaming but in reality they are in the wrong... and have been for over 75+ years.
    So I figure your neighbors keep doing what they want because they can. They know no one will back up any rule or law... snotty punks !

    cheers, parsnip

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    1. Parsnip, I never blink first!

      You're right. Kids learn from their parents. When I first encountered them, they seemed like good kids. But when their parents encourage them to break the rules and be a nuisance, they don't turn out well.

      Someone I know well had the strange attitude that if he went to his adopted parents' home and wanted something, he had the right to take it. And he did, many times. When his adopted father died, he took his adopted mother for every dime she had and never came to see her again once he got it. He showed up at the funeral and wanted to know if she'd left any insurance policies, etc.

      He believed everyone owed him. That's what his kids saw growing up. His eldest, who started out a sweet little boy, ended up in prison. That's what bad parenting does to kids.

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  6. LOL I love Evie's letter to the management!! Cute!

    My house is quite close to the road, therefore, we hear everything. And, when the drunks walk down the middle of the road in the middle of the night, we hear everything...sometimes they do things like take our flags that fly outside of our house. Hopefully, by the end of the year, we'll be in a different house, and a quieter neighbourhood.

    Luckily we don't have a soccer field beside our house....

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    1. We don't have one, either.

      Our courtyard could be beautiful. Instead, we have patchy grass from being trampled, trash (I have refused to pick up the neighbors' trash, even though I hate it), and toys strewn all over. This is the slum section, I think.

      I have photos of this, too.

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  7. Norma,

    Sorry this is escalating. I hope you find peace and quiet soon! You should show management Eve's letter. It is a fabulous letter, Eve! Take care, Norma!

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    1. Lena, this shouldn't be happening at all. It shouldn't have been allowed to start. When the signs went up, the ball playing should have stopped entirely. Our manager can't police these people constantly or she'd never get anything else accomplished--but she has an employee living in this section who should have kept her informed.

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