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More Fun with Ceiling Fans
Back in April, I mentioned that my wife and I battled it out with our upstairs neighbor through our ceiling fans. Our land lady installed at least 3 fans in this 2 family flat that use the same type of remote, so when you control one, you control them all. When we mentioned this to her, she giggled it off and said next time she puts fans in, she won’t make that mistake. I asked them to look into there being codes on the units to differentiate, but we have been put on the back burner indefinitely, so that they may build a fortress in our backyard to live in.
A few nights ago, after a long break in the fighting, suddenly our bedroom fan came under fire. I was relaxing in bed, reading about Counterculture Throught the Ages, when the fan turned off. The wife exclaimed “Oh shit!”, realizing what was to ensue.
After a few back and forth volleys, the gal upstairs turns both fan and light off, which makes even less sense. Please just simply flip the switch if you want neither. Don’t turn both off, leaving us with nothing, and hence even more to fight over.
Our neighbor was very persistent with the battle. To emphasize my anger I flashed the lights quite a few times. This did bring on a calm period at one point. We settled back into our bed and the insurgency regained its force. I was not willing to let her win this. The air doesn’t circulate in our room very well due to a badly placed vent, so we need our fan…damn it.
I told my wife to leave it to me and that I wouldn’t let her down. As I continued reading, I kept up with each flip of the lights and fan. I had it down to a science. Even after an hour of reading, after I set down my book, I kept up, half asleep, by memorizing the 4 button presses to regain the fan setting we enjoy.
This carried on for probably another hour, with bouts of sleep for myself in between the volleys, which were slowing down.
And then, it happened. I won. I woke up 6 hours later with my fan at its correct setting. I was the victor. And as stupid as it sounds, it felt amazing.
As an update to my last post, we waited two more days for our lawn to be cut. That was also after another call asking me to pick up my dog’s “dung”. Silly rabbit. If only they kept up with things. I did pick it up, and it finally was cut.
An annoying pile of trash, crap, junk, or whatever term you see fit was also cleaned up…well, kind of. Here are the before and after photos…
As you can see, it looks a bit better, and we have to be excited about even slight improvement, like having a kid that doesn’t go in his pants in public as often as before. My only issue is that I still managed to find a grocery bag’s worth of broken glass in all of that crap, just by dusting the surface. I have to look out for my dog here, because dogs are curious creatures. Imagine if a toy of hers hit that pile of nonsense and she began to paw at it. This is what she could have encountered…
My advice is to never rent, and if you do, take lots of photos and document everything, even through blogging. Renting is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re going to get. Sometimes there could even be mice in them or broken glass and you have to end up in litigation.