Saturday morning's delightful dawn was luxurious - a genteel awakening from a cool, peaceful, quiet night to the pleasant, temperate breezes of an unseasonably mild Central Valley summer. This semi-rural feeling is exactly why I bought this house on this property.
But the rose comes with three poisonous, inescapeable thorns, with Yellow delivering the biggest prick.
All pleasantries instantly evaporate when my pot-smoking neighbor, Mellow Yellow, turns on her outdoor radio at seven a.m. This deliberate, daily, all-day, imposition of her twisted, debilitating self on me has continued for fourteen months, since June 2009, after the noise nuisance lawsuit was served on her. (But why, Lynda, would anyone want to assert such a miserable existence as yours?)
A new victim presented himself around 9 o'clock. A big, black pickup truck parked in front of my house, with a flatbed trailer attached, hauling a large John Deere tractor and a disc attachment. The driver, who turned out to be a city contractor for weed abatement, barely had the tractor dismounted before he was targeted and subjected to a lengthy diatribe by the intractable mouth next door.
In the space of about three minutes, she had unloaded her [severely stunted] life history on this total stranger, telling him at least three lies in the process:
- #1 - "I'm a good neighbor." This from a woman who on an earlier occasion publicly allowed, "You know, I go to bed by seven, leave the yard by four. I mean, I'm not even much of a neighbor. I mean, we don't even see each other." Her public statement is truly a disingenious understatement; but I concur - she really isn't much of a neighbor. The reality is, she is the worst neighbor I have ever had the misfortune of living next to.
- #2 - "I wanna be a good neighbor." This from a woman who has steadfastly resisted any good faith, voluntary effort to quiet the noise from her business; and later refused to stop her illegal business operation when presented with the evidence; and later rejected offers to settle the lawsuit, preferring instead to drag it on indefinitely. These are not the actions of a good neighbor - and she has not a scintilla* of intention to become one.
- #3 - "That's $2,000 of my rocks over there [waving toward the driveway across the street]". This from a woman who, only last December, demanded payment of $3,000 for rocks she had dumped there in order to park Guts[y] Green's trailer. (Gee, a $1,000 decline in value in only eight months! What other Dunning-Kruger overestimations exist only in Lynda's mind?) Because power of attorney for the aged proprietress across the street is held by an adult daughter, Lynda was told to pound sand. I concur.
"The victim stance is a powerful one. The victim is always morally right, neither responsible nor accountable, and forever entitled to sympathy. In claiming the status of victim and by assigning all blame to others, a person can achieve moral superiority while simultaneously disowning any responsibility for one's behavior and its outcome. The victims 'merely' seek justice and fairness."Throwing diesel fuel on her internal conflagration of "Po' little ol' [victim] me" was the fact that the stranger had a BIG John Deere tractor - much, much bigger than her L-130 Automatic John Deere Riding Mower. Just how big I do not know, but to this marijuana-addled woman it must have looked like a Model 9400!
Section 11362.5. (a) This section shall be known and may be cited as the Compaaaaassionate Use Act of 1996... (b)(2) Nothing in this section shall be construed to supersede legislation prohibiting persons from engaging in conduct that endangers others... [such as DUI, or driving under the influence?]Just a little after noon, I stood at the end of my driveway talking with the contractor for a few minutes, while his wife took a turn discing down the weeds. The Yellow Generalissimo and her