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.