Good Fences, Good Neighbors
At one property, we have a fairly stable and tall wooden fence, matched by similar ones erected by neighbors on their property lines only a centimeter away. At our other house, we have a block and stucco wall, definitely more substantial, yet still not enough when it comes to noise abatement or protecting those parts of the property where walls are prohibited.
Covenants and restrictions, those nasty little laws that tell a property-owner what he can and cannot do on his own property, generally have a fair amount to say about fences. But, as anyone who has ever resided in a picturesque farming village abroad knows, you can be miles away from a neighbor and still hear his noisy farm machinery grinding before the crack of dawn.
Sounds like one of our neighbors who insists on undertaking some sort of building project involving lots of hammering, usually on weekends or holidays, usually carried on in his garage… which is on the other side of our wall… shielding our master bedroom. BANG! BANG! BANG! is what I want to hear for hours on end during my precious few moments of free time.
He’s the same neighbor who has three or four of his grown children who have moved back in with them, not to mention their double-that-number extra cars and dogs. Namely, dogs who are allowed to run free and poop on our back yard, exactly where the Berlin Wall is mandated to stop. We know that these calling cards are not Misha’s and Grisha’s because the poop piles are the size of a small Volkswagen.
So, just to be nice and neighborly in return, my husband finds a shovel and flings them back onto their property in the middle of the night. He figures the piles will be lost among the high dandelions, compared with sticking out like a sore thumb on our well-manicured and lush yard. Benedetto has not yet taken to hammering, but I’m almost on the verge, myself.
We have similar poop problems (that I know you want to read about) at our other home. Misha and Grisha do their business within the confines of our back yard, but every other dog in the ‘hood utilizes our front yard to the fullest extent. Why these people cannot bring themselves to walk their dogs on the leash is beyond me. Why they can’t pick up after their dogs is really beyond me, as well.
Now it turns out that our tulips are disappearing: nice, neat cut lines, as though snipped off with scissors (!) or a pocket knife, which absolutely stuns me due to its premeditated nature. Maybe we should put a refrigerator case out there so passers-by can help themselves to sodas and ice cream? Or, perhaps a port-a-potty so they might do their business while their dog does his?
Cameras, security cameras would help, accompanied by alarms that sound whenever anything or anyone comes near the perimeter. I wonder if we made it a do-it-yourself project, how much hammering might be involved, as well?
A number of our neighbors are very nice, but the few oddballs bring the stats down…. Do you have neighbors who make you nuts?
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