Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Boxes, cats and the fine art of deception.

There are two kinds of people in the world. (1) People who make their bed each morning and (2) People who do not. I am people 2. Partly because I see it as a futile exercise for someone who lives alone. I'm getting back in later. Partly because I live with an animal who enjoys the warm comfort of the comforter. Even if I did want to make the bed, I don't have the heart to move him. He's 18 and needs his sleep and deserves a nice place to rest. I'd be there with him if I didn't have to go to work.
I'm not sure which type my next door neighbor is, but I know that she is (a) hardly ever home and (b) likes to leave junk out on her (our) porch. This large box has been sitting in various locations on the porch since Friday. Friday. Tonight, I took the liberty of moving it directly in front of her door, making it impossible for her to get inside without at least acknowledging the presence of the box. My next step is to place a note on the box stating that THIS BOX HAS ONE DAY TO LIVE. AFTER WHICH IT WILL BECOME LANDFILL.
She is almost never home, and what I see most of the time is a cadre of young people walking up and down the stairs. I know that she was home at least once over the weekend, because I saw her vehicle in the lot. That's what steamed me about the continued presence of the box.
And yes, I think that's a Christmas wreath on her door, but I suppose it's multi-denominational. And, by the way, the arrows on the box are pointing at its owner, just so you know. This End Up, my ass.
Relative to yesterday's nerve-wracking essay on taxes and dental visits, I haven't completely ruled out cheating on my taxes. I have an accounting degree, for Christ's sake. What's the worst that could happen? I'll be audited and made to pay what I originally would have paid plus some interest. I wasn't going to be able to pay cash for my taxes anyway, so I see the cheating deal as a win-win-win situation.
I win, the government wins because I have more money to spend on junk and we both win.
That's a win-win-win.
And, I think I broke my temporary crown.


Kate Michele said...

Sweetie I'm thinking you need to just crawl back in bed and start over :D

is your door red too?? i love red doors, somethin about em.

oohhhh and see that red in kitty's fur there... yeah there.... remember the other night you asked me what color red my natural is..Right there!! That's the shade of red :-P

you better tell kitty to move over ;)


Anthony said...

Oh, he'll move!

Yes, all the doors are red. The only thing that changes is the color of the siding.

kimmyk said...

Does the box end up in your way or your front door path? If so, then I would politely tell her to deal with it or keep it out of your way.

After that, not really a lot you can do to make someone clean up their shit. Is there?

I make my bed every morning. I hate coming home at the end of a day and it all be in shambles.

Kitty looks all snuggly. Pretty kitty!

Anthony said...

Well, I can't "make" someone move something or take it inside, but our condo has rules about clogging the porch and leaving junk outside. I didn't want to have to go to the condo association over this, but if I had to, I could have called someone and made her take it off the porch. I think it's a fire code thing or something.