Labrador Day
Boy is there egg on my face. Yesterday I said the temperature would top out around sixty degrees. That's 15.5 degrees for everyone else on the planet. According to Wunderground the hottest it got in Colorado Springs, the Rocky Mountain high if you'll forgive the pun, was 54 degrees! That's 285.37 Kelvin for the rest of the universe.

Hoo boy, drama reigns supreme at this little house. On Saturday I went for a stroll and discovered that the door to the upstairs apartment where the Birds once lived was broken! I freaked a little wondering if there was a burglary. So I waddled to Olympics Guy's front door to see if he knew anything about the situation.

Thank goodness I came home drunk from the Birdhouse otherwise I would've been needlessly furious. I slept through the entire situation. Plus Olympics Guy is far more patient and understanding than yours truly, gentle reader.

The college girl living upstairs had an angry visitor around one in the morning. He beat on her door until the glass broke and then proceeded to raise holy hell. Olympics Guy said this went on for about two hours and he decided to give them an hour grace period before stepping into the situation. Fortunately a fourth party who knew either the girl upstairs or her violent friend came over and talked sense which defused all the drama and soon peace and quiet reigned over the house.

After Olympics Guy and I were done, I went around back and heard loud sobbing upstairs which was weird for me. My first instinct was to go, knock on the door and see if everything was okay. This was quickly followed by a rational thought of "She probably wants to be alone" and a cautious thought of "Don't get involved. You have to take care of Spotcat."

Back in July I had an odd exchange with the girl upstairs. She apologized to me about a fight that happened the prior weekend. Of course I had been oblivious and didn't know what she was talking about. Now I'm a bit concerned that she's a drama queen with lots of toxic acquaintances which may cause needless chaos here at this little house.

Reckon just gotta wait and see.

I decided to go outside and spend the cool, cloudy Saturday in the fresh air. Walking back from Yampa through the yard is the upstairs neighbor. She apologized to me and I told her that I didn't hear a thing. Then she said her life is over. I did make an offer to talk if she wanted but she turned it down.

Oy vey. Drama. Plus I don't want to be weirded out because there was a murder or suicide here.

Across the way is a woman who is in the military. She moved in about a year or so ago. raddidge and I made her acquaintance after some dipshit bashed in raddidge's driver side window. Behind Military Woman's house is a communal house that's always populated by noisy college students. Well while I was walking out to my car I saw this guy fussing with the small fence around her front yard. He was wearing a white jersey with a yellow long sleeved shirt underneath. I stood and watched for a bit wondering what the fuck was going on. Either I missed something or nothing happened but I didn't see him do anything.

Once he started walking away, I got in the car and followed him down the alley. Reckon he's affiliated with the noisy college student house but I don't know what he'd be doing at Military Woman's house. I know she's spoken up about their loud behavior and singing expletive peppered songs late into the night. Anyway I haven't seen her but I'll ask when I do see her.