That Neighbor

Are we blogging about neighbors this week? *frown* I don’t think I have actual notes anymore…

Ah well, I don’t have creepy neighbors. The people living on one side of me are never home. I mean, I think they have a house somewhere else because they only show up on the weekends to cut the grass. The neighbors on my other side have about five million dogs who howl at distant police sirens and go insane when their owners get home. I actually find it kind of cute.

It’s my across-the-street neighbors who always providet he most entertainment. Not that I spend all that much time watching them. I don’t have to. I can hear them. There are three Vietnamese families in the houses directly across the street and once or twice a month, they’ll gather at one house, drink and sing karaoke until about midnight. It’s entertaining. Some of them aren’t half bad either.

Of course, their kids annoy the hell out of me. Every year for New Year’s and July 4th, they get firecrackers. My parish is a no firecracker/firework parish. You’re not supposed to pop them, but of course people do. Normally I can ignore them doing that, but this year, they decided to get the big fireworks. You know, the ones that sound like miliarty grade artillery shells? And shoot them right in front of my bedroom.

Danica was trying to go to sleep because Danica had to work the next morning. So what did Danica do? You bet. Danica hopped out of bed, didn’t bother grabbing a robe and marched outside to ask them “Do you mind? Some of us have to go to work tomorrow?”

They took their fireworks one street over. Not that it helped much, but I appreciated the half-assed effort.

Those are my neighbors. And people wonder why I want to move out to the middle of nowhere.

About danicaavet

Danica Avet lives and writes in the wilds of South Louisiana. Unmarried with no children, she's the proud pet of two cats and a dog. With a BA in History, she decided there were enough fry cooks in the world and tried her hand at writing. Danica loves losing herself in the antics of her characters and blushes more often than not at the things they do. She likes to define her work as paranormal romance with a touch of Cajun spice, but most times her characters turn the notch up to "five-alarm fire"!
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11 Responses to That Neighbor

  1. Stephanie Karfelt says:

    The middle of nowhere is highly over-rated, Danica, as an escape. I know because I live there. This is where people come to detonate serious fireworks and guns. Where they dump the dogs and cats they don’t want anymore. Strays live off your garbage and chase you back inside your house. And animal control won’t come out this far because they’re arguing over jurisdiction. That also goes for calling the Sheriff. This is also where people come to race cars, throw stadium-sized rave parties, and toss garbage that is too big or toxic for curb-side pick-up, to cut trees down for firewood, oh and to hide their meth labs. I thought the meth lab was a bee farm (silly girl). Wondered why it involved barrel sized containers of rat poison. I don’t know much about meth, but I’m guessing it isn’t a healthy choice.


    • jeff7salter says:

      You’re absolutely right, Stephanie. We live just outside the town limits. We’ve had sev. dogs & cats appear out of nowhere — presumably “dropped off” — and all manner of disgusting things discarded practically in our yard. One was a large cardboard box filled with the remains of a deer carcass.


    • danicaavet says:

      I grew up living in the middle of nowhere. There bad sides to it, yes, but I much preferred it over neighborhood living.


      • jeff7salter says:

        For about 26 years, we had neighbors about 9 ft to our east and about 9 ft to our west. Plus across the street. And down the block on both sides. Thank God we had only a ditch and field behind us.


  2. tonettejoyce says:

    You appreciated their half-assed efforts! Danica, you are such a card!
    We had neighbors who didn’t seem to go by any laws at all, including loudness of parties; we tried to quiet them.The police tried to quiet them. Their kid did not comprehend anything, although he was the ‘paperboy’ for a short time…yet he seemed so smart.(no, he wasn’t faking it;he lost his job because he couldn’t comprehend what we needed, what he did wrong, what plans people were on).They were nicely dressed people in a decent neighborhood who drove nice cars.I don’t know what they did for a living, but we never SAW the parties, as they had a huge privacy fence around their yard. I used to say they were aliens,(as in extraterrestrials).My main proof was that they had two dogs, (that we could not see), but as you would walk by, we would hear dog ‘voices’. One would SAY,”Woof, woof” and the other would SAY,”Bark, bark”. Seriously, it was like dogs reading scripts!


  3. jeff7salter says:

    Danica, I’ll bet the people on that one side of your house … moved away because of the karoke from across the street. LOL.
    I know what you mean about the dogs howling. My daughter, who lives some 500-600 ft away, down the hill, has 4 large dogs — and they go bonkers at the sirens on the highway. Highway is at least half a mile away, but sound really travels across this dry creek bed.


  4. tonettejoyce says:

    I think it’s cute if the dogs greet their owner, too,Danica.
    (Jeff, seriously:”BARK,BARK!” and “WOFF, WOFF!” It was like,”You see,this is how Earth-Dogs speak.Learn these.”)


  5. Micki Gibson says:

    Dang. My neighborhood is way too quiet. I have an empty, never sold house across the street. Next to it is a recently built, but the owners are still trying to sell their Illinois house and are mostly living there. Next door is a neighbor who works off-shore for months at a time and his wife is often gone as well. On the other side of my house is a large field, so the next house is quite far (a 2 minute walk/1 minute run from driveway to driveway – not that I’ve ever actually timed it with my Run Keeper app) and we have woods behind us. Don’t my neighbors know they’re supposed to supply me with fodder for my fiction? At least something to blog about! I’m looking for at least a half-assed effort. 😉


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