This picture was taken from google image search.
It was not taken by me.
I wish it was though.
But anyway, on with the story!
OK, I have to tell you about our neighbor.
I mean, seriously, how can I not since
it's a Mama Kat prompt today.
Well first of all,
you should know,
I adore older people.
Oh. My. Gosh. ADORE!
Just love them to bits.
Basically, if you are over 40-
and there is any way
you could be a grandparent,
well, I love you!
And you are golden in my book.
So please imagine with me,
my absolute DELIGHT,
upon moving in our development
and finding out a Senior Citizen couple
was buying the house next door.
I was ecstatic.
Gary thought I was a little wierd
because I was so happy.
I imagined taking them muffins,
and listening to glowing stories
of days gone by,
and neighborhood bliss.
Well, the first day they moved in,
I happened to be working late,
so I didn't get to take them warm muffins,
or any other delectables for that matter.
It was on my list of things to do the next day!
Early the next morning,
Kaish and I were just about to leave
and there was a pounding on our door.
Not a knock, a definite pound!
There weren't a lot of people in the neighborhood yet,
so I was curious,
and excited about who could be pounding on the door.
Lo and behold, as I opened the door,
I saw a frail old woman.
My face burst into a smile!
I said, "Welcome, please come in,
so nice to meet you, yadda yadda yadda!
Well, the woman did not come in.
She did not smile.
She began screaming.
and I do mean SCREAMING.
I thought something must be horribly wrong.
Perhaps her home had been broken into.
Perhaps her husband was ill.
I couldn't understand her but I was very concerned.
Trying to calm her down,
I came closer.
It was then I understood the rantings.
She was LIVID.
Nope, not a robber.
Not a sick husband either.
She was livid at me!
Apparently, some noise
had kept her and her husband up all night long.
I felt so bad for her.
I vowed to help her find the problem.
I mean, after all, this is a dear sweet lady!
Oh no, she YELLED,
She didn't need me to help her
because she already knew the problem was us!
What in the world was she talking about?
Apparently Kaishon's LULLABIES at bedtime
kept her awake.
I have tried taking her muffins.
And taking her trash can in on trash day.
Shoveling her driveway when it snows.
Smiling and waving.
And she still hates me.
So, I didn't really confront her per say,
but gosh darn it,
I have tried to be kind.
Cross your fingers that one day
she might like us.
Oh, and for goodness sakes,
please, oh please,
TuRn YoUr KiDs LuLlaBy Cd's down low!
Do your neighbors like you?