Yesterday, at around 4:45 pm I was sitting at my computer when I heard a very loud pounding on the front door. I got up from the computer and started to walk towards the door. I could see through the studio windows that the person pounding on the door was our cranky neighbor Mr. X. “Oh great,” I thought. “What now?”
Before I could get to the door he used his fist and pounded on the glass storm door so hard that I thought it was going to break! I have no idea why he did not use the doorbell – it works just fine! When I opened the door, I asked him “what can I do for you?.”
In response his face contorted in anger, and his neck veins started to pop. He waved his arms around, and started to shake his fist at me. He was shouting that we had no right to touch his rocks at the end of our driveway, and that they were his property. (We had to put our trash cans down there, and the trash cans touched a couple of the rocks.)
Then he started to yell “You tell that husband of yours that I know what you are doing in that garage and I’m not going to let you get away with it!” Shaking his fist and leaning over me he continued to yell “I’ll see you in court!”
At that point I saw Michael in the driveway, headed towards the house, and I pointed to him. I said “I’m done with you, there’s Michael, go take it up with him!” Then he turned and started to walk over to Michael.
I closed the front door and locked it, turned around and walked quickly into the living room, telling my step-father Dick “quick! Come outside with me right away, I think we are going to need to be a witness to this!” So Dick and I immediately went outside to keep an eye on what was going to happen.
I had my cellphone with me and I called the police (dialing 911) while I was heading outside. As soon as I stepped outside I loudly announced that I was calling the police, so everyone knew that I was calling the police. Michael said “good!”
When the dispatcher answered the phone, she asked me where the emergency was. I gave her our address. She asked me what was the emergency, and I told the dispatcher that I needed police immediately, there was a heated argument going on between two male neighbors and I was afraid that it was going to become violent at any moment. I told her that both of the men had guns and that I was afraid that someone was going to get shot. She said “they have what?” I said “guns.” She said “what?” I said “guns.” She said “what?” I said “guns. Guns. Guns. You know, like ‘bang bang you’re dead!’ Guns!”
At that point, I was starting to wonder if this was just a nightmare! I don’t have a thick accent, and I don’t stutter! I grew up around here, English is my native language. Exactly why the emergency police dispatch lady did not understand the word “gun” is beyond me!
After all that, it took the police over forty-five minutes to arrive at the scene. They talked to all four of us, and they told us that no charges were going to be filed.
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Ever since the doctor told me that I have a diagnosis of narcolepsy I have been exploring ways to generate an income without having to drive anywhere. Even though the doctor says that he cannot tell the DMV to pull my driver’s license, he has strongly encouraged me to avoid driving as much as possible – just in case a sleep attack should hit. So now I am going to be looking at ways to make money from home. Perhaps I will be sharing some of those ways with my readers.
First off, there still is an opportunity for me to help other people earn a good income through selling life insurance, and I can earn a small fee by helping them to do so. Hopefully that will help in some small way. So far, however, that has not panned out. But that is because I have suddenly been needed to deal with some family health issues and it has been difficult to get everything done that needs to be done!
In addition, I’ve been advised that I can file for SSDI, as narcolepsy is an accepted and approved disability. And since I also have those injuries from the school bus accident that make it difficult for me to do things that require using my hands (I use Dragon Naturally Speaking software, which is huge lifesaver!) So I have filed for disability and am now in the “wait for an answer mode.” I’ve been told that I will be given an answer by August 8.
Posted in Health, Legal, life insurance, Make money and tagged bus accident, disability, Dragon Naturally Speaking, life insurance, narcolepsy, software by Linda Bradshaw with .
We have a difficult next door neighbor, Mr. X. Mr X frequently comes over here to complain about things that most of the people who I know would not even think about. He complains about how and when we do or don’t mow the lawn. (He wants us to mow our lawn the same day that he mows his lawn – saying it will look nicer.) He complains how fast we drive up our driveway. He complains that sometimes one of us comes very close to the edge of the culvert that goes under our driveway, saying that we will crush the culvert and that will cause the ditch to overflow.
He complains about where we put our trash cans for pick-up (at the end of our driveway on the shoulder of the road, on state property, where the trash company told us to put them.) He complains that we don’t trim the weeds from the ditch beside the road (the state’s property, not ours.)
He complained to the County for having Lori’s rented storage trailer in the back yard (which apparently is a violation of County code.) After receiving a letter from the County telling me that someone had complained, I had to spend $25,000 to build a garage in the back yard so we could get rid of the trailer.
Recently someone poured sugar into the fuel tank and crank case of our really expensive commercial lawn tractor that we brought with us from Maine, and we had to take it to a repair shop. We can’t prove who did that, but we have our suspicions – we have not had any problems with anyone else since we moved here…..
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