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Shared warmth

It is mid-January, and I haven’t had my heaters on in days. I’ve actually opened my windows during the day to cool the place down. Temps have been in the 30s and above during the day, in the single digits and teens during the night.

Because I live on the third floor, I believe the heat from other apartments comes to me.

That is one very nice thing about living in an apartment.

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Disgusting discovery beneath the snow

I’ve chosed the category “True crime” for this post because littering is a crime.

The view out my window on December 27, 2009.

A couple days after the Christmas Blizzard of 2009, the wind slowed and the air temperature warmed.

I had a pretty big snow bank on my balcony. I decided to fetch the snow shovel from my garage and move the snow off my balcony.

As you already know from this post, I first had to move the snow from the front of my garage. I was sweating pretty good. But it was a good feeling, to get moving after being locked inside for days.

The snow on my balcony was dense: each shovelful was like lifting a barley-filled pillow instead of lifting a feather pillow.

When I got down to the bare boards of my balcony, I couldn’t believe it. A cigarette butt. I do not smoke and nobody who visits me smokes. As long as I have lived in this apartment, nobody has ever smoked on my balcony.

I didn’t find just one cigarette butt. I found three. I believe my next door neighbors have been throwing their butts onto my balcony! It wouldn’t have happened by accident. I only regret I didn’t take a picture.

So I purposely threw several shovelfuls of snow onto their balcony. Happy New Year!

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Revenge in the early morn

I was about to have a big day on Friday. My company’s annual meeting is next week and as a member of the communications staff, I was in charge of a speech for one of the senior vice presidents. Friday morning at 8:00 a.m. was a “dry run” for all senior v.p. speeches. That meant I wanted to get to work by 7:30 a.m., just to get settled before the meeting.

My neighbors obviously had nothing to do the next day. They had a party, of course. They played that game where they try to see how many of them can fit on the balcony. When they see they can fit at least 10 people, they scream and yell and laugh. It’s ridiculous.

At one point, someone yelled from their own apartment, “Shut the hell up!” I wanted to jump and cheer and laugh myself. But I was so tired. And I just needed to sleep. My neighbors quieted down for a bit, and I fell asleep.

The last time I woke up before my alarm was at 4:46 a.m. They were still partying.

When I got out of bed at 6:45 a.m., I went through my morning routine. Wet my hair at the bathtub faucet, put my contact lenses in, and started brushing my teeth. By this time, I stomped though my living room for the entire time I brushed. I spit. Then I stomped through my living room as I brushed my hair. Again, before I left for the morning, I stomped right on through again. It was nice.

My only regret is that I forgot to slam my door twice on the way out.

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