Feathers in Hair
World's Tallest Hobbit
I'm having difficulty typing right now, and I'm sorry, since I try not to be bothered by earthly stuff. The neighbors upstairs last night began turning up their music around 10 pm last night. As usual when that happens, the bass was such that my mom's pictures (they have their music turned up in their bedroom, above hers) began to shake off the walls. We waited about 15 minutes, hoping that it would be turned down before my mom then called the non-emergency police number.
The neighbors politely said to the police that they would be more than happy to turn down the music (according to what the police said later). After the police had left the parking lot, however, they turned the music back up and then began stomping repeatedly on the floor. This continued for awhile, until my mom had to call the police again. The police met with us afterward, and discussed things. "Have you tried filing a complaint?" they asked. We actually have tried, repeatedly, but not only is is nearly impossible to figure out how (we have talked with several police officers over time, and each of them have a different explanation about how to go about filing one) but that the office states that they can't throw these neighbors out unless there's proof of drug use. The officers said that they'd seen boxes upstairs, and that it looked like the family was moving. Unfortunately, the family was supposed to have been moved out about a month ago. At any rate, the police left, and we thought all was well.
This morning, (ironically enough, as we were going up the hill to sign the lease that we're having to) we noticed my beloved van was leaning a little bit. My mom and I went around the van, counting three slashed tires and the oh-so-lovely marker on the side, stating 'B**ch.'
At first, I not only felt horrified about the situation, but also felt horrified since I'd done a protection spell on the van the evening before. I was questioning myself and feeling even more useless, until my mother pointed out that this is the male upstairs is the same one who has a history of smashing car windows in the parking lot. Maybe my spell was enough to at least protect the windows, which would have been much more difficult to replace.
The rental agreement says that we have the right to a calm and safe environment. However, I'm starting to feel like we're trapped because of our financial situation. It's as if the management agency (since the place turned to section 8 housing) expects us to behave badly because we have a low income.
I'm really too overcome by sadness about this to even feel the flickerings of anger yet. I guess I feel badly for the family upstairs that this is what they felt was appropriate retribution for having called the cops.
We're seeing if we can get the money together to get the van towed to a safer area. Then we can see if we can save toward some non-flat tires.
If anyone can think of some prayers, meditations or anything that would help, please let me know.
The neighbors politely said to the police that they would be more than happy to turn down the music (according to what the police said later). After the police had left the parking lot, however, they turned the music back up and then began stomping repeatedly on the floor. This continued for awhile, until my mom had to call the police again. The police met with us afterward, and discussed things. "Have you tried filing a complaint?" they asked. We actually have tried, repeatedly, but not only is is nearly impossible to figure out how (we have talked with several police officers over time, and each of them have a different explanation about how to go about filing one) but that the office states that they can't throw these neighbors out unless there's proof of drug use. The officers said that they'd seen boxes upstairs, and that it looked like the family was moving. Unfortunately, the family was supposed to have been moved out about a month ago. At any rate, the police left, and we thought all was well.
This morning, (ironically enough, as we were going up the hill to sign the lease that we're having to) we noticed my beloved van was leaning a little bit. My mom and I went around the van, counting three slashed tires and the oh-so-lovely marker on the side, stating 'B**ch.'
At first, I not only felt horrified about the situation, but also felt horrified since I'd done a protection spell on the van the evening before. I was questioning myself and feeling even more useless, until my mother pointed out that this is the male upstairs is the same one who has a history of smashing car windows in the parking lot. Maybe my spell was enough to at least protect the windows, which would have been much more difficult to replace.
The rental agreement says that we have the right to a calm and safe environment. However, I'm starting to feel like we're trapped because of our financial situation. It's as if the management agency (since the place turned to section 8 housing) expects us to behave badly because we have a low income.
I'm really too overcome by sadness about this to even feel the flickerings of anger yet. I guess I feel badly for the family upstairs that this is what they felt was appropriate retribution for having called the cops.
We're seeing if we can get the money together to get the van towed to a safer area. Then we can see if we can save toward some non-flat tires.
If anyone can think of some prayers, meditations or anything that would help, please let me know.
