Evening. Enjoying my new place. How am I going to decorate? I think maybe brighter colors. I used to go with the more natural tones, but maybe a daring purple with teal and bright green.... I could build shelves to go in the windows and probably have enough sun to grow veggies - at least herbs.
Faint knocking. Is that on my door? Can't be, it is too far away. Continued knocking. Polite but insistent knocking. A few minutes pass. Finally my neighbor (Loud TV) calls out "Who is it?" "The police" Alright this gets my attention. I get up to peer out the peephole. I love that invention. Can only see the shoulder of the cop, as he is right to the left of my door.
"What do you want?"
"Is everything okay here?"
mumbled response.
"We got a call from this place."
mumbled response.
"Okay, just wanted to make sure everything was okay. Have a good night."
And then he left.
Hmmm. The possibilities. I don't think anyone was in the apartment beside him, because I didn't hear anyone else. How do you accidentally call the police?
Once my brother and I were fighting and we rolled onto my phone and I guess we accidently called 911. They heard our struggle and then I guess we hung up the phone. 911 called back and my dad answered. No everything is okay here. Kids playing (or something like that).
It was nice of the police to check up. And it is nice to know that the police have a key to our building.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Saturday January 29 - Still moving in
This move has taken forever with all the snow! We just set a new record in CT - snowiest month on record - at 4 ft 11 inches.
So it is a bright sunny day with water dripping down from the gutters on my apartment complex onto the sidewalk below. An occasional large hunk of icicle gently plummets the forty feet to rest on the 3 inch layer of ice that has accumulated on the walk.
I was moving more stuff out of my car when I came across a couple on the street. I like to be friendly and say hi to my new neighbor hood folk. They were white and in their 40s or 50s, hard to tell because they looked like they lived a weathered life. Black leather jackets, tattooed fingers and lean.
They want to get into my apartment complex.
"We have to see an old man on the third floor!"
"An old man on the third floor?"
"Yes we need to get inside. You see he isn't answering his phone, and he can't let us in."
"What is this man's name?"
"We don't know his name."
"You don't know his name?"
"Yes, we need to see him. He is old. He lives on the third floor."
"Mark knows us. You know Mark. He is in trouble with the Housing Authority."
Quizzical look.
Pause. Look at each other. "You know, everyone knows Mark...."
A nod to continue.
"Uh, he is in trouble because he lets in people to do drugs."
That explains the kids on the street calling for him the other day.
"We need to get inside to see the old man on the third floor."
"Any you don't know his name?"
"No we don't. He is old. He lives on the third floor."
"Uh, I got to go."
So it is a bright sunny day with water dripping down from the gutters on my apartment complex onto the sidewalk below. An occasional large hunk of icicle gently plummets the forty feet to rest on the 3 inch layer of ice that has accumulated on the walk.
I was moving more stuff out of my car when I came across a couple on the street. I like to be friendly and say hi to my new neighbor hood folk. They were white and in their 40s or 50s, hard to tell because they looked like they lived a weathered life. Black leather jackets, tattooed fingers and lean.
They want to get into my apartment complex.
"We have to see an old man on the third floor!"
"An old man on the third floor?"
"Yes we need to get inside. You see he isn't answering his phone, and he can't let us in."
"What is this man's name?"
"We don't know his name."
"You don't know his name?"
"Yes, we need to see him. He is old. He lives on the third floor."
"Mark knows us. You know Mark. He is in trouble with the Housing Authority."
Quizzical look.
Pause. Look at each other. "You know, everyone knows Mark...."
A nod to continue.
"Uh, he is in trouble because he lets in people to do drugs."
That explains the kids on the street calling for him the other day.
"We need to get inside to see the old man on the third floor."
"Any you don't know his name?"
"No we don't. He is old. He lives on the third floor."
"Uh, I got to go."
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