We spent the better half of the drive deciding to sell our new property rather than paying Weissman to rid us of our nuisance, and then, as soon as that was decided, calling and hearing from Alice that we would of course have to disclose the fact of Mr. Buckingham to any potential buyer which would, no doubt, diminish the property value greatly…and in this slow housing-market where hardly anyone is buying second homes these days, that could leave us high and dry (or should I say "under water"?--what's worse??) for quite some time.
Surely a lawsuit would be less expensive than reselling our house, now that Lester Buckingham is a known quantity.
Juliet argued a bit that it was mean to kick Lester out of his home, but her logic held little sway with us given the context and by the time we got back to our loft, we had affirmed our resolve to get rid of Buckingham, whatever the expense and headache.
Like I mentioned in my first entree, our loft in San Francisco is situated directly below some fairly obnoxious neighbors named The Greens who yell and scream and stomp around their hardwood floor above us on a regular basis. And when we laid down to sleep this night, there is no exception.
Amid the echoes of the Greens’ screaming match and their TV playing too loudly, I suggested to June that maybe we should sell the loft, since we would not have to disclose our treacherous upstairs neighbors. Not amused, she went and got the broom from the closet and banged on the ceiling loudly while yelling at The Greens to please be quiet, we're trying to sleep!
The apartment above our apartment immediately quieted down, as it usually does when June bangs our ceiling, which by now has a patina of broom-stick handle dents.
And so now I am writing this while June pleasantly snores.
It should be noted that I am tremendously disturbed that we had to leave our dog unfound in Mendocino (as is Juliet and June), and I know we all feel tremendously guilty that we did not do a more exhaustive search for her before we left. The Sheriff has promised us he will look for her tomorrow on his lunch hour, but I do not have a good feeling (despite my repeated reassurances to Juliet).
Like I mentioned in my first entree, our loft in San Francisco is situated directly below some fairly obnoxious neighbors named The Greens who yell and scream and stomp around their hardwood floor above us on a regular basis. And when we laid down to sleep this night, there is no exception.
Amid the echoes of the Greens’ screaming match and their TV playing too loudly, I suggested to June that maybe we should sell the loft, since we would not have to disclose our treacherous upstairs neighbors. Not amused, she went and got the broom from the closet and banged on the ceiling loudly while yelling at The Greens to please be quiet, we're trying to sleep!
The apartment above our apartment immediately quieted down, as it usually does when June bangs our ceiling, which by now has a patina of broom-stick handle dents.
And so now I am writing this while June pleasantly snores.
It should be noted that I am tremendously disturbed that we had to leave our dog unfound in Mendocino (as is Juliet and June), and I know we all feel tremendously guilty that we did not do a more exhaustive search for her before we left. The Sheriff has promised us he will look for her tomorrow on his lunch hour, but I do not have a good feeling (despite my repeated reassurances to Juliet).
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