This morning was teaching preschool, and we took a quick walk outside (brr! it didn't last long) to gather acorns for a math/counting/sorting activity.
Keith was outside with a crew of 4 guys and a big truck.
THEY WERE MAPPING OUT THE PROPERTY LINE.
{What? You don't trust that I am capable of running a straight line between two pins? You think I'm trying to cheat you out of a few inches of side yard? You want to get all the leaves out of the ravine in the woods and put them on my side of the line? Will that really make you feel better? Wowzers.}
After school I went outside to check out what they'd been up to, and there are NEW STAKES in the ground!
FYI...Aaron went ahead and finished digging the remaining fence post holes by himself in the freezing rain. He is a rock star. The crazy intense manual labor nearly killed him, but I know he is proud of his awesome hard work, and all the money he saved by doing it himself.
But as of this afternoon...
There are new stakes marked right between all of our holes.
What are they doing? Just rechecking the property lines? Making sure our holes are lined up? Why then the NEW stakes every 8 feet?
Are they Putting up their OWN fence? Excellent. (Saves me 300 bucks to not have to do that portion).
Also...the stakes don't just go up to the side of the house....they go ALL THE WAY UP TO THE ROAD IN FRONT OF OUR HOUSES.
Between our FRONT yards, too?
yes!
Who does that?
(and call me petty, but...front yard privacy fences violate the POA regulations for a fence permit. I would know, it took weeks to get our permit approved by the POA)
I have a feeling this is going to go badly.
Is badly even a word?
It is now. And it's what's about to happen.
To be continued.
5 comments:
oh my heck! that's all i have to say.
Perhaps your sweet, b.b. gun happy neighbor and the keith-tastrophies should have a meeting? (in a he-shot-their-window-out-too way.) Yikes. That was very nice of you to blow their leaves. Maybe the people moving into the recently vacant house will be nice, sane, and all-around swell people.
Wow, yet another reason I loved growing up in the country. I don't think I will have such a luxury when I buy my own home... love hearing all your stories!
W. H. A. T. ????
Man, what is it with some people? My in-laws neighbor (in the country, mind you) calls the police and has the road barricaded if he doesn't recognize who is out at our barn. Yeah. OUR barn.
Yes, BADLY is a word!
I can't believe I have yet to meet KEITH and MRS. KEITH. I hope I'll be witty if and when that moment presents itself!
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