My Uniformed Neighbor

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“Let me get this off my chest, I hate Being quarantined!”There, I said it. Too bad there is no one here to listen! I’m going crazy! Granted my friends would tell you that it’s not a long trip for me — but still! The only reason I leave my apartment is when the groceries reach a point I am actually thinking of a tin of carrots for a main dish! The point is I hate canned veggies and only have it in my pantry by accident!Unlike many people, I do get to work from home. It was interesting for about one day, maybe two. My gym is closed, all the restaurants within a decent distance are closed. Even my favorite stores were only doing curbside pickup and online ordering. What’s the fun in that? I wanna go shopping! The local parks are all closed, which doesn’t mean the running and biking trails are closed, but all the loos are locked and I don’t know about you, but squatting behind a bush is for real emergencies only! One of my best friends found some poison ivy that way, and … shall we say it makes the rest of us very cautious in those real emergencies!I know you are probably experiencing the same thing, hopefully, minus the poison ivy. I guess one question is are going as insane as I am? Believe me, I would be out and about doing so many things that I can’t even categorize them. The only absolute thing is they bonus veren siteler would not be here in my apartment. The apartment that I loved when I moved in. The apartment that I decorated myself, every touch of paint, every wall hanging, and every little knickknack was hand-selected by me and I had a wonderful time doing it. Now this place feels like a prison and I am slowly losing my mind!I hate my bedroom, I hate my living room, I even hate the painting from my favorite artist hanging on my wall. I was out of town when all this started and I had to self-quarantine for two weeks before I could even think of leaving my apartment. By that time, there was nothing open to try and visit except for a couple of groceries. A few of my friends got sick with the pandemic, so that cut into even the idea of anyone coming over.I’ve re-arranged the furniture so many times I’ve left what might be permanent tracks in the carpet. The downstairs neighbor even quit thumping on the ceiling about the noise I made moving the sofa at three in the morning. I’ve been sleeping on an Aero-Bed on the living room floor because my bedroom seems to have shrunk two sizes. The only real refuge I have is out on my balcony.It’s not very big and don’t think I haven’t considered throwing myself off of it bedava bahis — just kidding! Seriously, just kidding! But when the weather cooperates, that’s where you can find me. I have a small table and one chair. I even ran a long extension cord to keep my laptop charged so I can work out there all day. On the days when it rains, I have one more thing to bitch to the world as I sit inside the sliding glass door staring out at the rain.That’s where I was when I saw her. She lives in the apartment across from me, right on the other side of a narrow alley. I know, the view sucks, but it beats staring at the same four walls and I get a couple of hours of direct sun each morning. But today, for the first time, I saw her standing sideways to her picture window. She was tall, taller than me, and striking in her blue uniform. She was talking on her phone and pacing a few steps in each direction. I think it was the sharp movements that caught my eye, she seemed angry at whomever she was talking to.Her apartment didn’t have a balcony, just a large picture window. I saw her hang up the phone and just stand there, leaning against a counter. I couldn’t help but look at her, even though if she saw me, I would be embarrassed as all get out! Then she was out of sight. Part of me did feel guilty for deneme bonus spying on her like this, but a larger part of me was just looking for something, anything different as a release from my corona-imposed prison.I did wonder if she had just moved in because I hadn’t seen anyone in there before. The glass was tinted so you really could only see something close to it. That set the stage for the next several days. The weather gave us all a break, so I spent many hours on my balcony. Once in a while, I would see her, usually in the morning. Her uniform was military and looking blue through the tinting. I figured Air Force and Navy. This town had a large presence of each. Does the Army or Marines have blue uniforms? I don’t know, so I am guessing AF or Navy.She was slender with dark, red hair. I saw her one morning putting it up. She was standing there fussing with her hair. If I could have, I would have told her to leave it down; it was lovely and full. But I guess uniform requirements made her put it up. I will say the bun on her head didn’t look nearly as attractive as her loose hair. I was slightly jealous, my blonde hair was baby-fine and while my hairdresser loved it, there was little you could do with it. I tried a perm once, and the less said about that, the better!She disappeared and, I am assuming here, headed out because I didn’t see her again. I sat there on my computer trying to work. I had to wait for something to come in from the office so I was sitting there bored for a few. I logged into my favorite website, Lushstories, to see what was new.

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