Thursday, January 3, 2013
Update on the Deadbeat
I got some more docs, hopefully these will be enough to hang his butt. Now to make time to go back through the court system,
How sad that nobody wants to know "new" people
I live in this gated community with nothing but OLD folks around. Sometimes I feel like I am the only YOUNG person around here, if one can call 70 "young", I sure don't FEEL 70. Sure, it's a "retirement community" but do people have to be so OLD? I have just turned 70 last month but I sure don't feel like I am that old. My inside still discos, I like my rock-n-roll, I use a computer although not all that well, I use slang that at least 4 years ago was current, and I understand the fascination that young people have with everything electronic. What I DON'T understand is the apparent need to constantly be hooked up with the rest of the world. My comp sits on my desk, I don't need for it to be with me all the time, so I don't need or want a smart phone. I don't need or want music going all the time, sometimes I just want total quiet. Sometimes I turn the volume on my car radio down where I can't hear it at all (and other times I blast it like a teen). I sit and read with nothing but the fridge humming to itself and a cat purring next to me. All of a sudden I hear creaks the building makes, the footsteps of the crows on the roof, a scraping sound where a branch apparently slides across the drain pipe. I even hear my neighbors flushing water, maybe it's the toilet, or maybe the dishwasher, sometimes I even hear voices coming from downstairs or a door slamming elsewhere in the building. Hey, I am not alone this building.
Although sometimes it feels like it. I have lived here for way over a year and hardly know anyone in this building. I think that's a real shame. Neighbors should know each other and help each other out. Especially in a building that's full of "old" people. We don't all have family up close. Some of us have absolutely no one .
I have tried to get to know my neighbors. Some of them are downright rude. Some of them are just mean and have nothing else to do but to find something to complain about. Some of them work and think they are too busy to socialize. Others just don't want to know anyone new. How sad. They are stuck on some kind of wheel that just goes around and around, with the same-old same-old, not open to anything or anyone new. Really sad.
What do I have to do to get these people out of their rut? I don't WANT anything from them but a little of their time, get together with a cup of coffee or a drink and some conversation that stimulates the brain. They can't ALL be senile, stupid, boring or whatever.
One couple is only here 6 months out of the year, another is here only sometimes, what is the matter with all the others? As far as I can tell there are several single people here who work, but nobody works ALL of the time, and I don't see them having that active a social life that they won't have time for anyone else. At this rate they are going to die as just lonely old people that nobody cares about.
So far in know one weird person at the other end of the building but only really casually, I do NOT want to be "friends" with her, too weird. Then there is the French woman on the first floor who doesn't know what to do with herself since she retired recently. She's nice enough but I have yet to find out anything that she is interested in or that I can talk to her about. She's pretty far behind the times, didn't have to do anything while her husband was alive, he did everything, now she is pretty much dependent on handymen and others who can fix things. She even wants to buy an old-fashioned phone because hers is on the blink and she doesn't think she can deal with a new one with all kinds of features or even how to set it up (hey, just plug it in, she doesn't believe that's all it takes). The little Jewish man on the first floor says "hi" and so does his girlfriend. Betty and Ricardo, also on the first floor, are only there sometimes from their home in Temecula, I hope they decide to buy a nice place here but are apparently stuck on a freestanding home and those cost too much. They are actually thinking of moving to Texas to avoid the high real estate taxes. Yuck. The Indian people on the first floor who moved in a few months ago might be nice but too many problems with their screaming daughter and leaving a lot of stuff in front of their door, it looks like TJ. Right now they are in India but are due back soon. The redhead, Terry, a school teacher, might be nice but he doesn't seem to warm up much. The only ones I really talk to live right below me, and they are somewhat strange too, you wonder how those two ever got together. More money than God, but he's an Okie with all that goes with that ( fried food, try nothing new, has lived all over the world drilling for oil but won't eat any of that local food, thinks there is something wrong with Cornish hens to make them so small, won't eat food from the farmers' market, he'd rather eat tomatoes from Costco, can you imagine?etc), she's a hypochondriac but at least she has some brains, some education and even some culture, we get along fine, a NY state woman with tastes and attitudes that go with that. Whitney on the third floor next to Terry might me nice but she works odd hours so it's hard to catch her at home when she's not busy. That's it as far as this building.
There had been an old (87) lady living on the first floor, she is from Australia, she moved away to another part of the community, but I still see her at least once a week. She has a little group of 6 other ladies who golf together, and they meet every Friday for wine and snacks, and I had been invited many months ago before she moved, and I have been joining ever since. It makes for an nice break, although I had hoped I might get to know some of them a little better, but so far no such luck.
Then I know a couple from the Cat Club, sometimes the man comes over just to chat (hey, don't even THINK of funny busy, his wife knows he's here) and sometimes we just talk on the phone. I pick him up sometimes to go to an Astronomy Club meeting. I like them both a lot and not just because of the cats (they foster a bunch besides having their own and sometimes they have as many as 10 cats in their home). But they are busy with their own friends of long standing and their children's families.
Oh well, I guess it's not all THAT bad. But sad anyway.
Although sometimes it feels like it. I have lived here for way over a year and hardly know anyone in this building. I think that's a real shame. Neighbors should know each other and help each other out. Especially in a building that's full of "old" people. We don't all have family up close. Some of us have absolutely no one .
I have tried to get to know my neighbors. Some of them are downright rude. Some of them are just mean and have nothing else to do but to find something to complain about. Some of them work and think they are too busy to socialize. Others just don't want to know anyone new. How sad. They are stuck on some kind of wheel that just goes around and around, with the same-old same-old, not open to anything or anyone new. Really sad.
What do I have to do to get these people out of their rut? I don't WANT anything from them but a little of their time, get together with a cup of coffee or a drink and some conversation that stimulates the brain. They can't ALL be senile, stupid, boring or whatever.
One couple is only here 6 months out of the year, another is here only sometimes, what is the matter with all the others? As far as I can tell there are several single people here who work, but nobody works ALL of the time, and I don't see them having that active a social life that they won't have time for anyone else. At this rate they are going to die as just lonely old people that nobody cares about.
So far in know one weird person at the other end of the building but only really casually, I do NOT want to be "friends" with her, too weird. Then there is the French woman on the first floor who doesn't know what to do with herself since she retired recently. She's nice enough but I have yet to find out anything that she is interested in or that I can talk to her about. She's pretty far behind the times, didn't have to do anything while her husband was alive, he did everything, now she is pretty much dependent on handymen and others who can fix things. She even wants to buy an old-fashioned phone because hers is on the blink and she doesn't think she can deal with a new one with all kinds of features or even how to set it up (hey, just plug it in, she doesn't believe that's all it takes). The little Jewish man on the first floor says "hi" and so does his girlfriend. Betty and Ricardo, also on the first floor, are only there sometimes from their home in Temecula, I hope they decide to buy a nice place here but are apparently stuck on a freestanding home and those cost too much. They are actually thinking of moving to Texas to avoid the high real estate taxes. Yuck. The Indian people on the first floor who moved in a few months ago might be nice but too many problems with their screaming daughter and leaving a lot of stuff in front of their door, it looks like TJ. Right now they are in India but are due back soon. The redhead, Terry, a school teacher, might be nice but he doesn't seem to warm up much. The only ones I really talk to live right below me, and they are somewhat strange too, you wonder how those two ever got together. More money than God, but he's an Okie with all that goes with that ( fried food, try nothing new, has lived all over the world drilling for oil but won't eat any of that local food, thinks there is something wrong with Cornish hens to make them so small, won't eat food from the farmers' market, he'd rather eat tomatoes from Costco, can you imagine?etc), she's a hypochondriac but at least she has some brains, some education and even some culture, we get along fine, a NY state woman with tastes and attitudes that go with that. Whitney on the third floor next to Terry might me nice but she works odd hours so it's hard to catch her at home when she's not busy. That's it as far as this building.
There had been an old (87) lady living on the first floor, she is from Australia, she moved away to another part of the community, but I still see her at least once a week. She has a little group of 6 other ladies who golf together, and they meet every Friday for wine and snacks, and I had been invited many months ago before she moved, and I have been joining ever since. It makes for an nice break, although I had hoped I might get to know some of them a little better, but so far no such luck.
Then I know a couple from the Cat Club, sometimes the man comes over just to chat (hey, don't even THINK of funny busy, his wife knows he's here) and sometimes we just talk on the phone. I pick him up sometimes to go to an Astronomy Club meeting. I like them both a lot and not just because of the cats (they foster a bunch besides having their own and sometimes they have as many as 10 cats in their home). But they are busy with their own friends of long standing and their children's families.
Oh well, I guess it's not all THAT bad. But sad anyway.
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