Happy I-Day, y’all! Hail, Shayateen! Today went well in the morning, except upon our arrival homebound.
My parents and I tried to get my car washed at the local Valero off Montague but it was closed. Since we were near the HWY880 interchange we decided to go head southbound towards a fabrics store, which as closed also due to the fourth day holiday. But I used the Google map to find a nearby hand car wash and came across one off Prospect. Voila! I spent over one-hundred dollars to get my precious old car cleaned.
Then Auntie Norma called and spoke with my parents. Then we reparked closer to Burlington where we bought three black ‘chinellas’ for mom and two pink rainbow ‘slippers’ for me. We bought Dad a replacement black and blue bible cover to haul the black Bible and other religious booklets for my parents. Dad didn’t want it but it is less obviously embarrassing than his current black male TOILETRY bag! Emmer, a parishioner, made fun of Dad’s toiletry long ago and joked that my Dad was going on a trip. We also bought Auntie Norma a robe and a $0.99 pink flower recycled shopping bag with the Burlington logo.
Upon arrival, we were met with my crazy bitch living adjacent to us. She was using her garden hose and started to hose past our shared chain link fence. She stopped short of wetting my newly washed car. I fumbled with my smartphone and started video taping her noise for about 45 seconds. She screamed out loud that I was sleeping with Juan, again. I heard her call on her smartphone stating that we were fighting with her.
I called 911 and gave her information and my information – name, height, weight, age, date of birth and type of incidence – disturbance of peace. (Later, Das Squirrel told me to call 311 going forward due to the limited 911 handling the lines.) I got of the phone with operator 998 at around 1206.
A few minutes later one squad car 1700 parked in front of the Chinese home across from us. He emerged with a BIG STICK, err, baton and placed that into its holster, inquired who placed the call and what is the situation. Blah. A few minutes later a second squad car 1697 parked behind 1700. She too emerged with a BIG STICK, err, baton and placed that into its holster. This was after he spoke with us and was already in the property of the next door neighbor.
My parents and I hovered in our front foyer and could hear the bat shit crazy neighbor screaming to the top of her lungs. We had our arms folded across our chest. After both officers finished with the next door neighbors, they said that the daughter told the cops that the mother is seeking help. Yeah, right. Y’all aren’t controlling her episodes. Y’all still liable and negligent. They also discussed our next course of action – that R.O. The orange-haired copper mentioned 55 Younger northeast of the jail 12:40PM and the family court east of the Fairmont 12:46PM. Sigh.
We could see David F, the son of a former, now deceased, pedophile father of his, wondering what is going on. He lives in that second story house westward down the Rue from us. Das Squirrel waved at him a few minutes later.
Once again, Dad is resilient and does NOT think that R.O. will be effective, only to protect PRIVATE property AND person, but NOT public areas, such as store, church, whatever. Again, I don’t believe in ruining someone’s life or suing her. Sigh.
Dad is further resistant against building that privacy wall between both our ADJACENT properties. My parents are the property owners and we UNGRATEFUL children do nothing to help them do the legwork. My hands are tied. I’m being metaphorically sacrificed. Sigh.
So after the four of us ate at Sizzler, excellent, portioned foodstuff, for lunch of two Unlimited Craft Salad for Dad and me, a bacon burger for the boy, and Santa Maria steak dish for Mom, mom said to forget about it.
I will continue to call 311 and report further ‘disturbance of peace’. I may pressure my parents to ‘build that wall’. I may pursue that R.O. I don’t think those prayers are working. Das Squirrel said she is wired to have episodes.
And so it is. I’d rather ‘welcome’ a highly-educated refugee Muslim family from Syria that won’t give us a hard time than have the spiritual challenge of demonically-possessed humanz. May the will of Allah be gracious to us all.
Thank y’all for verbally speaking to my parents. I will pay my taxes to support our local enforcement. I told the guy cop that it’s different when y’all ‘educate’ the elderly as opposed to my personal research as done via online. Sheesh. Sigh. Yawn.
Hail, Lucifer! God Bless America. Amen!
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