More trouble.

 Meddlesome woman. 

Sooo, lemme see.  Last summer, well before the camera was installed across the alley, I did indeed add two pallets to a pile assembled by the tenants of the slum house across the alley. Next door to camera Becky.  I use becky as a polite derivation of an impolite name.  This woman has been nothing but nasty towards me and has spouted lies about me at me, in that way people have of trying to make it true by saying it loudly enough.  Mostly I only ever saw the back of her head and I never knew her name.

Ok, so she's the one had the fight with me over the brush the city left on the boulevard to whIch I added the rest of the same job for them. She kept trying to tell me to move it myself. Called me nasty things.

So the pile in question left last summer.  But this winter, some company digging up the alley left two more behind. I guess he thinks I did those?  I dunno. But this guy comes banging on my door to have it out with me. Tells me she says she saw me take them to the pile. Asks me were they mine or did someone leave them on my back?  I say, sure, maybe? I can sense he's leading me on because at this pont I figure they really have me on video, I'm being confronted and can't remember anything except that I put a small grey and a small blond one on top of a pile that was already there, next to a bunch of abandoned furniture and an old mattress, and it was way last year.

Well he's like "no, it was only last fall."  At some point he had explained he was the landlord of that craptastic slum house so I said "oh, you mean the one that always has piles of garbage all over?  That one? That's your house?"  and later, "well it's nice that after thirty years of lousy tenants someone actually gives a damn about that place."  So that helped me level the attitude a bit.

Anyway, I decided, sure, I'll remove some of the pallets from the pile.  I can't remember what it looks like back there right now, I only remember the pile where I did indeed put two spare pallets. But not how many, I figured that out later. Once I could calm down I was able to remember more of the event. Like that I'm pretty sure it was before that camera.  but whatever, I said to him, well ok, I must have done, I'll go remove them.  How many do you want me to remove from your pile?

He says "however many you like."  I say "well I don't want to remove any, so how many do YOU want removed? All? Some? a specific number? I'll just go right now and get it done, just tell me, concretely, what you want."  He tried the mindfuckery again, "whatever you think is yours."  "Well I don't think any of them are mine but I'll still clear them for you.  Do you want to me to take all of them, or some of them?  How many?  Just tell me concretely what you want so we can be finished with this conversation and everyone can be happy.  By now, I realize now, he was really on his back foot.  I don't know what he expected, but thsi wasn't it. Changes tactics, "are you the owner here?" I assert that I am, he looks pointedly at the sofa rotting on the deck.  Says he what he wants is me not to dump stuff on his property ever again.  "ok, I won't," says I and I exit the scene. Go get dan, get that damn couch moved to a less offensive locatino. Not the slumlord's back alley, LOL  

Frankly, let the bank forclosure contractors clean up, I don't give a shit at all anymore. It's a goddamn massive couch.  If I was staying, I'd have to cut it into small bits to dispose of it.  Like I did that rocking chair, using the wood for firewood, the springs for scrap metal and tossing away the apholstery only.  LOL

Going to push hard on leaving by end of may. Then even if the city bylaw officers are gunning for blood they'll miss me.  I should have the month to finish my work.

I need to get the bus rack installed, and if possible, some underbody shelving to eventually become enclosed storage. I picture it holding rubbermaid tubs or something?  I don't know.  I got the bike rack on but it's weak as water, I need to get some beefy strappage to help it out.

so stressful having neighbors who want to grief you. Can't wait to be distant forever.