Remember my next-door-neighbour, Brian? The one who got rid of my wasp nests and mowed my lawn and was just generally competent and helpful and quiet?
The landlords then spent the month of February fixing the place up. They painted walls and replaced appliances and carpeting, and things like that. The For Rent sign went up for only a day.
Last night, in the middle of the night, the new tenants moved in. At 3:30 in the morning, GC was up and grumbling about the noise. (It’s a town house – most of the rooms in my house share a wall with most of the rooms in their house.)
At 4:00 in the morning, since he couldn’t sleep anyways, GC went over and introduced himself and asked them to move their moving van so he could get his car out. He then went back to his place to get a few hours of work in before we met some friends for breakfast.
Later he told me about them.
“Their names are Jason and Melissa,” he said.
“Those sound like young names.” I said, “How old are they?”
“Fifteen,” he replied.
I raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, eighteen,” he said.
“Why would kids that age be renting a house,” I mused, “instead of an apartment?”
After breakfast we came back here and ran into Jason out back, still unloading the moving van. His cousin was helping him.
“Are you both moving in?” I asked.
“No,” said Jason. “Just me and Melissa.”
“Oh,” I said.
“And our five kids,” he added.
“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” we chuckled.
“I’m serious,” said Jason, looking serious.
“Five kids?” I asked cautiously. “How old are they?”
“Six, five, three, almost two, and three months,” he said.
Did I mention I share a wall with these people?
My first thought, naturally, was that they were going to drive me crazy with their incessant crying and fighting and blaring TVs and video games and running up and down the stairs and body-slamming the wall.
But seconds later I had my second thought. And it was this: If it’s really, really awful, it’ll probably provide me with some good blogging material.
See what blogging does to you? You develop this weird twisted enthusiasm for whatever life throws your way. If it’s good, you’re happy because something good is happening, and if it’s bad, you’re happy that something bloggable is happening.