20160612-1541. At 1538, Mom got off the phone with Jay, who revealed unto us that the crazy bitch living adjacent to us is gonna sell her house! We were both revealed an anxious to hear such good news. But until that happens, I won’t believe it. Huh.
Anyway, Jay said that the neighbor had bi-polar and could hurt us and informed su to be careful around her. He said that she couldn’t visit his corner house (located directly eastward of my sidewalk) because she was charging us of bringing food to the elderly Manage Candy C and him. Weird.
We also learned from Jay that she chopped a perfectly avocado tree due to see JUAN F. her second husband, was sleeping inside my car and upstairs inside our home. That’s grounds for her extreme paranoia and my endangerment.
Jay further shared with us that she has been targeting repair shop, especially one that is located somewhere near White Road and McKee Road. She is reported to visit the manager of one repair shop. The manager happens to be a friend of Jay, who informed him that the neighbor is a ‘loose cannon’.
So when the staff members were informed of her presence, they guys just let her talk and talk and talk. She would constantly inquire on the whereabouts of the manager of that repair shop. But the staff is aware of her behavior and let her talk and talk and talk.
And it so happens that Jay has lots of ‘bar-kah-dah’. He informed his friends to ‘stay away’ from her. And maybe that’s why we NO LONGER hear her talking VERY loudly on Obama’s paid cellphone early in the freaking morning recently!
Prior to speaking with Jay, Mom spoke with Manang Candy C about her health, Mike, Jay, and then the neighbor.
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After noontime mass, I took my time and bought my car some gasoline. I enjoyed the slow drive home. Today, I received a triangular-shaped HOST today; while last Sunday, I received an oblong-shaped HOST. The previous host greatly affected me as I felt the prickly waves creep behind my hairline and above my jawline. I smoothed down my hair in acknowledgement. The Holy Spirit descended unto moi that day!
20160612-1312. 20160612-1309: My parents and I are eating lunch. At 1236, I called the cellphone number of our local pastor and inquired about the process of filing a complaint with the office rectory. He suggested correctly that I should get a restraining order against the neighbor on the grounds that I certainly do feel threatened by her presence and by her words. Mom expressed her disappointment to our pastor and why he has allowed someone with a divorced, potty mouth to hold the Body of Christ (Eucharistic Host). Sigh.
At around 1238, I tried calling the SJPD non-emergency line and then decided to call the emergency 911. I spoke to a representative who told me that we are more than welcomed to call back if she disturbs the peace again. Ugh! I think the recent passage of our Measure or Initiative is supposed to improve the 911, emergency response, etc.
I called the emergency 911 because the neighbor was screaming out loud into the air and running around – “neighbors, help, help, I’m being assaulted” – and that she had been banging on the front doors of three neighbors across from our homes. The 911 representative told me that the ccps can’t do anything because by the fourth house, her noise died down.
At 20160612-120956 and 20160612-122018, I recorded two smartphone videos. The audio recorded her stating that she was being assaulted and that I am the mistress of whoever. I repeatedly announced aloud to her that she is being recorded proper. Mom and I were standing in front of my car and staying silent, which obviously bugged the shit outta her as she ran around the neighborhood.
I think that I might have heard her slightly autistic daughter (mid-20s) squeak from inside the opened garage. The whole incident was fascinating to witness. I forgot to say Dad’s prayer during the whole ordeal: “In the name of Jesus, go away!” Sigh.
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So tomorrow, I’ll have to do the freaking leg-work to call a lawyer to assist with the R.O. I think my skin is starting to thicken up a bit. But I’ve a long way to RELAX, because I’m have a difficult time coming off the effects of ‘butterflies’ in my stomach. I wanted to remain outta public searches but if y’all see my name and an attached R.O., then y’all know I’m not kidding. Blah!
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