When does it stop being "information" and start being gossip?
Stirring the Pot
I've started complaining about my neighbors, the Pizzafarians, to the powers that be. Every time the breeze blows from the east, they position their bbq grill so that the smoke blows right into my back entrance to the store and they fill us up with smoke, rather than blowing smoke on their customers. I first ask them to move it, they always tell me to shove it up my arse, then I have to get my police friends to make them do it. They are my friends because I give them all the stale cake from the cafe, and they love me for it. I've started complaining to the village council about the garbage the Pizzafarians leave on the beach that we are forced to clean up every day, or pay someone to do it, because they just don't care that what they do affects their neighbors. They have 2 old refridgerators that they have dumped on the beach, right in front of the property, on Queensland, that have been there for 3 weeks. Complain to the landlord? We ARE the landlord. I've stopped turning the other cheek, and I'm stirring the pot, it has its emotional toll though, and hopefully the price is worth it. Their lease is up in 12 months. Tick tock.
Overheard:
Bob Marley Wannabe: Jah Rastafarai, beabes you should condown da beoch, da big paattee fa Bub Maalee.
Middle Child Syndrome: Sorry, I have to work for a living, but we'll have a seance for him later tonght.
Bob Marley Wannabe: kewl. Jah jah.
Married Spanish Policeman: I've been watching you through you window.
Middle Child Syndrome: Have you been looking through the window that faces the police station or the window that faces the street?
Married Spanish Policeman: the window that faces the police station
Middle Child Syndrome: Dude, you've been watching my mother! Ewwww... creepy!
Married Spanish Policeman: ....
The Next Renovation
Bigness has been busy with a sledgehammer in one hand and a pinch bar in the other renovating a huge 2-1/2 bedrom apartment on the other side (north east) of the building. Its the apartment that is over the Pizzafarians. There's something very King Kongish and macho about tearing out walls. When he started tearing it down I expected him to burst through the door beating his chest and pick me up in his giant hand. This lovingly restored apartment will probably be the most luxurious and largest beachfront rental on Caye Caulker. Parts of it are 40 years old, from the first little house he built in his 20s. The last tennant nearly ruined the place. Bigness had to rip all the wall casings, refloor all the rooms and lay new linoleum, put up completely new dry wall in every room, retile the bathroom, new kitchen cupboards and countertop, new furniture, new new new everything. But this time we're renting it out by the night and week. No long term tennants anymore. I didn't take any "before" pictures, because it was so ugly I couldn't bear to do it, but I'll definitely take the "after" pictures. Its coming out so pretty that I might take a vacation over there once its finished.
What's for Dessert?
Last year for Valentines Day Bigness bought me a nice fat diamond ring. This year he's bought the matching band for it. And one for him too, size 14.
