Are we supposed to tell dreams on this blog? Usually I have a stance against it but I have one about a coworker (basement drug treatment dungeon/door locks painted nearly shut/hook and eye closures plotted instead/"this is for your own good!" etc) that might actually be a dream about my chickens, that I could share. My chickens are still trying to spend all their time inside the coop because (I think) they are afraid of the neighbors' cats. I am getting a little worried about them.
A teenager I know in a boarding school says indignantly that the parenting program teens downstairs "say that WE walk like elephants!" That made me laugh. It is pretty bad when a pregnant person says you walk like an elephant.
The loudest overhead neighbors I ever had were two very young women who wore clogs a lot, and the place overhead had hardwood floors. They were very nice though, and they stopped wearing the clogs indoors after agreeably listening to me upstairs in MY clogs one day (I didn't have to even plead; I just said "stand right here. Is it okay if I go in your apartment for a minute?" and I walked to and fro and as I came back down the stairs they were already saying "we are SO SORRY!") One of them used to walk a ferret on a leash. I wish I still knew them because they were really fun and would be the right age to date Fillibuster. Er...I mean of course, one or the other of them, not both. Maybe not the ferret one. But they were both nice.
At that apartment, besides the upstairs girls for a while a homeless guy was sleeping out back, outside my kitchen. And there were mice in the basement. It felt comforting sometimes. I used to think that I was the filling in a sandwhich.
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Two recent blogs both refer to noise on floors, of the dancing type or the walking type. Reminded me of apartment living, sans furniture, next to a young couple, the femme of whom (?) would practice her tap-dancing in their kitchen at night. Spouse and I were sleeping on air-mattresses on the other side of the wall, and one night we knocked on the wall. Utter and absolute silence! She must have levitated right out of her tap shoes! Of course we all laughed about it the next day, but she gave up the dancing in the evenings. Thanks for the memory!
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