Here’s some backstory:
About four (Only four? It seems so much longer!) months ago, some new neighbors moved into the apartment next door. A middle-aged woman and her 80-year old father. My husband and I were pleased: these neighbors should be nice and quiet. WRONG!
Turns out the woman (hereafter referred to as B-Rex) misled the landlady, neglecting to inform her that B-Rex’s elderly father has fairly late-stage Alzheimer’s, which causes him to frequently forget where he is and who we (his neighbors, who he has now met on several occasions) are.
Right off the bat, the noise disturbances started. B-Rex is an extremely heavy treader and stomps around the aparment for hours, seemingly moving furniture around. At least that what it sounds like.
Then we start hearing someone pounding on the door for hours, calling out “B-Rex! B-Rex!” First my husband and I thought the father, Sr. Rex, had locked himself out, but it turns out that dear daughter that she is, B-Rex had locked him IN the aparment and he had forgotted where he was and wanted to go home!
We call the landlady, who is stunned, and she calls B-Rex. So now when B-Rex goes to wherever she goes, she leaves Sr. Rex to sit on the porch and moan in is sleep and talk to himself for hours.
Here the piece-de-resistance (sic. ?): At about 4-4:30 EVERY MORNING, Sr. Rex wakes up and starts calling out B-Rex’s name in the dark, taking about how the needs to go to the hospital/go home/find the light switch. He is very loud because he is also deaf, and forgets to put in his hearing aid!
We have discussed this with the landlady, and I’ve been sending steady reports via email every time we get woken up. It’s been about a month of emails to landlady and no action has been taken.
Sr. Rex obivously needs to be in a 24hr care facility, and if he doesn’t move out, my husband and I will have to. Which is sad, because we love the apartment and the neighborhood.
Well, that turned out milder than I thought it would. Probably because I’m so tired FROM BEING WOKEN UP AT 4AM!