other god damn people

Ok, I have been busy, happily so, with friends, activities, new life, travel, and many, many people I love. But this is a rant. I will get it off my bosom, breasts, chest, and forceable, shaky anger before I can write about the good stuff. condos suck. I have no yard work, just negligent weedeaters, true. I have no water bill, but share a laundry, ok, I can get that, and quarters are worth more than gold. But what really pisses me off is neighbors, and having to worry about them as I live my life. I know, I know, they need to live their life, and are entitled to not worry about mine, my space, my noise, and my dogs. But, God Damn it, when a neighbor comes to the window to check if I put the noise collar on my dog, I am glad my dog barks. I have Russells, two of them and they bark.I know it, in my old home, the wicked witch of the west next door would dictate that we put them inside when she had a garden party. Never mind her steonorian voice, hearing every syllable on her cel phone as she tanned, she hated our dogs. And, so, in this place, I have them about every other week, the doggy dad and I have reached a state of friendship, where I take them, or drop them off when I leave at 5 am for the restaurant, great. Great arrangement, I help with them when dog dad is out of town. But for god's sake, today I left for 4 hours, I forgot to put on the collar or close the blinds, I raced out, Home 30 seconds and the call the threat, and I realize that not all is good in condo-town. I have to behave, to be neighborly, and realize in this high grade ant hill I am nothing. Americans are independent so it figures that she calls me when upset, and I am upset that I cannot be me, or have my dog kids in this cooperative setting. And, this rams home the many many changes I have made this year, what I have gained, so much of myself back, and what I have lost, some independence, some quality of privacy by moving here. I couldn't afford a house, this is a good place, but there is some accommodation: I don't need more stuff, the size is right. Translate, it is small. I save money I won't put in a laundry. Translate: 30 steps outside in the rain is still outside in the rain. I don't have yardwork. Translate: I have to put up with other's sense of yard, and I miss my flowers. And, the god damn noise of dogs I love, I hug in bed at night, my pals, my kids, are in jeopardy. I am too independent for this, but this is what I have, this is what I must accommodate to, it is not about food, friends, loves, not any of the reasons I started this blog. And it sucks. But it in my face again how much I have tried to make it work, to go forward this year, and here it is, someone is challenging my trying to move forward with pets I love. I may have to give up more of them to survive here, on the good graces, not a problem, with their dad. He has been great letting me drop them off way early for him. And for that, I am lucky. But I am well and truly pissed, and mad, and don't know what to do to calm down. Yeah yeah, I know, the world is at war, and there are many many more things than a barking dog, but that is my point, why does she upstairs get so upset? Because she can. That's all I have to say, life is good, it is fun this summer, and many, many happy things on the horizon. They come with a shock collar, and I don't mean on the dogs.