Life: Our Neighbors Are Harboring An Elephant

I am very excited about owning a home that is not attached by any structure to another home.

As an aside, the closing date had to be shifted to July 2, because the judge insisted I must have the new original Power of Attorney. I sure hope it arrives in time for the new closing date.

We refer to the woman one floor below us as "The Crazy Catlady." She actually has more dogs than cats but we call her the catlady because she sometimes stands outside calling for her kitty in a very high pitched voice. "Keeeeeee, Keeeeeeeee!" I believe she owns an elephant in addition to her dogs and cat.

She is not very tall, nor very heavy, but I can feel her walking around her apartment through her ceiling. She stomps up and down the hall and across the living room. Items in my apartment rattle when she walks. I can feel it through the cushioning in my chair. I can feel it in my feet. I can hear it, thud, thud, thud. I can only imagine what it must sound like to the person living below her.

The other night, she was still stomping about the house after midnight. I heard someone beating on a door and stepped outside to see what the heck was going on. Her downstairs neighbor was standing in front of his own door saying "you need to be quiet." I assume, he was person responsible for the door banging. She was stomping up and down the stairs between her floor and his, repeating "Asshole, Asshole, Asshole." She also made some kind of comment about his needing to get a job (he has a job, otherwise a single guy could not afford $900 in rent, an undisclosed amount in utilities, to fill up his Dodge truck, and the kind of cute girls he brings around).

Right now, as I type this, I can feel her stomping about. She's disabled in some way (handicapped sign on the car) and does not work. She is home stomping all day long.

These two have feuded since the woman moved in. She lived in another building. I assume she moved from that building because the guy below her there likes to pretend he and his band are in his momma's garage all hours of the night. They open all the doors and windows and play very loud, drink beer, and curse loud enough to hear from a different building.

I am ready to have my own house completely unattached to this kind of thing. We'll just have disputes over leaves blowing into other people's yards and whatnot. The whole Betty and Wilma (Flintstones) or the Desperate Housewives Crew kind of neighborhood and neighborly attitudes just have not been in the cards for me.

** Edit **
I ran into the guy downstairs when I was out with my dogs this evening. The cops were in fact called the other night and she got herself a citation after refusing to allow the cops to get a word in when they were trying to talk to her. That explains the extra super heavy duty stomping I heard all day today - she knew he was home and was doing it to irritate him.

Also, she saw me out there talking to him. She and another walked off and stood at a distance watching me talk to the guy downstairs and pointing at us. I anticipate potential issues with the woman before I can get out of here - just for talking to a neighbor. See! See where talking to neighbors gets you?