Afoot At The Avenue

Life has been extremely loud around our building lately . No one has moved out nor moved in for over a year and a half . We have become accustomed to each other as best as we could be . Normalcy can lead to irritation .

Smoking Steve is still upset with Grandma " stealing " his favorite parking spot . I also think he is a racist and a complainer of everything . He doesn't care for the landlord , either . I mean , his smoke alarm has been beeping , needing batteries and the landlord has the audacity to tell him it's the tenant's responsibility to change their own light bulbs / batteries . 

 Grandma thinks the party-lovers below her to be too loud , slamming the doors and conducting too many parties below her bedroom window outside . Little does she know , it's not them that are slamming the doors .

The party-lovers are a young couple living together and I don't think they have any beef with anyone . Their way too busy enjoying life with their friends to worry about us old folks . I don 't think they have room in their closet , because all their shoes are piled high outside their door .

Easy Ryan is still our favorite . He helped Emily out with Diamond when she hid under the neighbors porch last summer when she heard a car driving past . He has a cute little hutch-back car that I love . I think that will be my next car . I think he has a girlfriend , he doesn't always come home at night . 

Pol-po upstairs cannot , and I mean cannot , stand the Louds . If we think they 're loud above us , can you imagine living next door to them ? Just this past weekend , they played Mariachi music full blast . They leave doors completely wide open in the middle of the night . They double park their vehicles and their children run up and down the stairs playing tag . 

We all are serenaded by Pol-po's numerous adventures with her on again/off again boyfriend . Their antics are legendary here . We are privileged to witness their relationship woes outside , in the hallways , through the vents and on the streets . My favorite scene ? On a makeup visit here , he brought her a present as a token apology , a coffee maker that was missing a decanter , but it's the thought that counts . The scene that followed , we will save for another time . 

The Criers below us have certainly lived up to their namesake . Their little girl has tantrums all day long , classic tantrums . There's one going on now  as I write . The mom is amazing ! Through it all she baby talks to them with a smile . Just last month , while playing ball in front , they broke the bathroom window and she didn't bat an eye . Kept on chatting with her friend . 

The laughing hyenas have been the same as usual  . Probably driving all of the above crazy . I could just imagine what they think or say about us , but then , isn't that how it is in all apartment buildings ?

Have a Blessed day everyone .