there goes the neighborhood
So, I've written about my junior high and some high school days, I think everyone who reads these knows too much about me now! I've written about my neighborhood dogs and pretty soon I will need to write fiction if I run out of adventures to write about!
Okay, so here goes the neighborhood. Bruce lives across the street. He and his wife live there with the angry spaniel who barks at everyone and everything when he's tied up outside. This is the reason why he bides his time and just makes a break for it when he sees an unlocked gate or opened door at their place.
At first I thought they didn't like me. What's not to like? Well, when we bought this property there was a small trail on the edge of our line leading to the ravine beyond the next lot and people would drive through our property to dump yard trash, tree parts that were trimmed, etc. So, when I saw remnants of a flowering plum tree strewn through the property and also noticed that Bruce's plum tree was newly trimmed, I sort of left a letter of introduction at their house. You know, "Hi, I'm your new neighbor and I have taken pictures of your trimmed tree and the trimmings dumped on my lot, so please remove them at your earliest convenience" type of letter.
Timing is everything. You see, I'm not chicken to see people face to face, but I tried the doorbell for several days before dashing the letter off. Well, Bruce was working across the country and the wife's dad just passed away and she was out of town but their 30 year old son was the one working in the yard. The neighbor's were quite upset and they called the young family who live next door to come and say they are out of town.
Now we are pretty good friends. I go over and Bruce shows me how to get a high polish on wood for my ukuleles. He is a gunsmith who builds old style, collects and repairs, and sells very expensive goods. We fetch his dog when it runs away and I think we are okay now. Bruce's house sits on a double lot. His house looks to have large square footage plus a full basement and a great view. I can look up the tax records, but his gripe about us had to do with property values going up and property taxes going up. I bet his place is worth over $800,000. Wes likes him because he works on old cars!
I will talk next time about my neighbor, John. You would love him! The other day he was trying to start the lawnmower he borrowed from Bruce. John is newly retired and was working on the set of "Charmed". Up until now he was hiring out all of his landscaping, etc. Now he's learning how to do it on his own. Anyhow, he was trying to pull start the mower with his right hand while holding a beer in his left and cussing out the mower because it wouldn't start. I was on my way to work but shut the car door quickly to have a good laugh. He is too cute! And, yesterday when I gave him some Portuguese sausage he told me he likes pipikaula better! Well, I don't have pipikaula!
Okay, so here goes the neighborhood. Bruce lives across the street. He and his wife live there with the angry spaniel who barks at everyone and everything when he's tied up outside. This is the reason why he bides his time and just makes a break for it when he sees an unlocked gate or opened door at their place.
At first I thought they didn't like me. What's not to like? Well, when we bought this property there was a small trail on the edge of our line leading to the ravine beyond the next lot and people would drive through our property to dump yard trash, tree parts that were trimmed, etc. So, when I saw remnants of a flowering plum tree strewn through the property and also noticed that Bruce's plum tree was newly trimmed, I sort of left a letter of introduction at their house. You know, "Hi, I'm your new neighbor and I have taken pictures of your trimmed tree and the trimmings dumped on my lot, so please remove them at your earliest convenience" type of letter.
Timing is everything. You see, I'm not chicken to see people face to face, but I tried the doorbell for several days before dashing the letter off. Well, Bruce was working across the country and the wife's dad just passed away and she was out of town but their 30 year old son was the one working in the yard. The neighbor's were quite upset and they called the young family who live next door to come and say they are out of town.
Now we are pretty good friends. I go over and Bruce shows me how to get a high polish on wood for my ukuleles. He is a gunsmith who builds old style, collects and repairs, and sells very expensive goods. We fetch his dog when it runs away and I think we are okay now. Bruce's house sits on a double lot. His house looks to have large square footage plus a full basement and a great view. I can look up the tax records, but his gripe about us had to do with property values going up and property taxes going up. I bet his place is worth over $800,000. Wes likes him because he works on old cars!
I will talk next time about my neighbor, John. You would love him! The other day he was trying to start the lawnmower he borrowed from Bruce. John is newly retired and was working on the set of "Charmed". Up until now he was hiring out all of his landscaping, etc. Now he's learning how to do it on his own. Anyhow, he was trying to pull start the mower with his right hand while holding a beer in his left and cussing out the mower because it wouldn't start. I was on my way to work but shut the car door quickly to have a good laugh. He is too cute! And, yesterday when I gave him some Portuguese sausage he told me he likes pipikaula better! Well, I don't have pipikaula!
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