June 7th, 2019

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How to Get Results

That neighbourhood tough guy, who accosted me last Monday, quite clearly mowed this property's lawn yesterday, in his jealous campaign to own the neighbourhood.  There is already a local company which is paid to mow the lawn weekly, and they do a very good job.  They don't cut the lawn close, like the a-hole guy, which damages the lawn ecology.  Yesterday, I walked out and found the whole lawn yellow, cut too short, with gashes, and clumps of dead grass all over the place.  This mowing occurred right after he had been mowing the nearby properties.  So, it is clearly him - but I am waiting to confirm, before I proceed.  The fact that this was an entirely unnecessary trespass, it pretty much confirms that he is not about caring about things - rather, it is a personal little war against me.

How do you negotiate with a screwed up mind?

Remember that 'crazy gay guy on the corner', in Yee Olde Town.  Exact same mentality.  Passionately driven by jealousy to take over and command the neighbourhood through ostensibly do-good interference with other people's properties and so lives.

Well, I shot off a big old e-mail to my LL.  She gave an immediate response.  Next thing I know, I am taking my dog out this morning, and her workers are completely replacing the front steps.  The area was strewn with equipment and a truck.  I told them I had to take my dog out now, and they started into this boring local-yocal blame-game.  I cut it quick with my amazing powers of cognitive parsimony and energy-conservation, and they they hopped right to placing boards over the dismantled steps, so my dog could be the dog he was born to be.  These big guys have been a tad jerky in the past, but they were ever so nice after I was direct with them.  Yeah?

Stick to reality, share it.  Don't blame me, I'm not blaming you.  Then express gratitude.  And you shall transform into a Bodhi Tree.

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How did I get such instant business? First of all, it's like Hunger Games: You've got to get the sponsors to like you. (And, also, to quote the jealous a-hole neighbour: "Everyone in the neighbourhood likes you." - Which is something I can use to my advantage, right?) She likes me.

Next, I showed myself to be so nice, in that I am not even THINKING of suing her company for my little concussions. But, oooh, the spectre...

Slight intimation that I might want to move made me a squeaky wheel.

Finally, I gave her a bunch of things she doesn't really want to get involved in, and one solid thing she can easily sink her teeth into: Fixing the porch steps! Instant Karma!

Note that her comment about my email being a small book was not a subtle insult. She is a voracious reader and loves my giganticus emails. I haven't been in touch w/ her in a while, and so she was happy to hear from me. (Because she thought I was a bit angry at her, over the guy downstairs. Apparently, it was her gossip to him which prompted him to take up where the Nethers left off, i.e., banging on the walls at night, and all that).

Also, her statement that the suggested new house offers no residual heat from below was actually a sign of her caring about the fact that I really didn't use my own heat in the winter, (other than a one-room electric heater). I had a good reason to come to this conclusion last night, but I forgot what it was. (Also, I do use gas heat now. This might be why cozy bed bugs appeared).

I was up until 5:am last night, (watched, "Raising Arizona," again). This was less to do w/ stress or excitement, and more to do with the fact that this is what happened when I start to recover from a relapse. There were two phones calls this morning, lasting only 3, and then 1, rings. I didn't trace them, because I get charged $3 every time. But, I re-listed my phone # recently, and I was thinking these rings might have been from someone from the hood, and so that did cause a slight amount of CFS stress. But, it was actually my LL calling, w/o leaving a message, which idk why. Anyway, I must go to sleep for a while now. Can't operate w/o dreams.