*sighs* Sitting here drained and fed up. This evening, Sally puts Luna out over our dinner to do her business and to blow off some stink. After dinner, we notice the Freaks (our freaky neighbors) home, but decide to let Luna remain out since she looked like she was enjoying the nice breeze we were having. A few minutes later, Sally notices her cable kinked and looped around one of the landscape timbers on our patio so she puts her shoes on and slips outsite.

She no more than gets to the narrow walkway between the garage and the house when she notices that one of the Freaks’ dogs is loose and making a beeline for Luna. The dog made it almost up our hill before Sally makes her move. I didn’t have time to move before Sally was tripping over Luna bellowing “Get out of here, You!” at the top of her lungs while Luna herself was racing for the door to come inside.

To make a long story short, they cursed her out for yelling at the dog, tells her to go to hell, threatens to sue her, threatens to call the police, and finally going inside claiming they were calling the police. They even claimed it was a different, black dog (all I saw was a black CAT) and it wasn’t their dog, that it was on their property the whole time. (Bull.)

So, Sally comes inside and calls Mom at work, informing her in a snarl that we’re getting a fence installed. *sighs and shakes his head* The police never came… I didn’t think they would actually call. I actually wish they had, because we would have told the police our side and maybe even filed a harrassment complaint.

I suppose the neighbor situation is 90% of our lethargy. We’re having to put up with so many idiots offline, that our patience for online things has waned. Sally’s already announced that in our new house we’ll be getting windows rated for use in Hurricane prone areas (they’re almost impossible to break), buttoning up the house, fortify any weak areas, and then putting a privacy fence around our property. I think she’s slipping back into hermit mode again; and frankly, I don’t blame her. She’s been spouting the desire to put our new computer room in the basement of our new home so long as we can eliminate moisture and get some natural light so she has a place to hide and decompress. I think that’s the one thing she misses about her computer room up north - it was basically an extension of her room and the rest of us visited her there. The way my temper and patience has been going, I’ll probably need to set up a little cubbyhole just like it for myself.

Anyway… my aforementioned patience is about the size of your average dust mite so this Neko-Baka is off to go hide in a dark place and play Square games until visions of Time-Traveling Heroes, Gunblades, and strains of Mitsuda dance in his head.