I keep 'way too many dead vehicles here, cars, trucks, boats. But I'm not a neighborhood problem, everybody else is (my opinion).
Along the back fence, while we've lived here, we started with a spy-neighbor...always peering through/over the fence, we were warned by the people we bought from who liked to skinny-dip in the pool at night but couldn't because of him. We couldn't be out in the yard without his eyes through the gaps or face over the top having something to say or expertise to offer. He eventually moved to Utah to "have more space", why he would need that when his life was just focused on the property line, I don't know. Then we got a pair of gals who brought 30 animals in, with a pig pen 25 feet from our bedroom window and male goats. Male goats pee on themselves and in summertime the stench was so bad we couldn't leave the house. These gals went to the town council for approval to move in even more animals claiming we were in agreement, when we got wind we showed up at the meeting and their faces went white. They next tried to close the (dirt) road in front of their property so no one could drive past, I went to battle with them on that, and won, awhile later their marriage or whatever broke up and they moved on. Next owner, a tree trimmer who moved a dozen workers onto the property in trailers, dumping sewage where??? Rap music which I hate mostly due to typical lyrics, mariachi which I don't mind but don't need to hear every day in my own space . He dumped fantastic amounts of tree refuse on the lot, covered it over and called it fill. Anyhow, he went camping in the desert with a little worker-buddy-kid who woke up in the night freezing cold and solved the problem by moving the bbq into the toy-hauler trailer they were sleeping in, and by morning that was the end of both of them. I gotta say though, they guy could throw a party... Then the house got fixed up and flipped by some OK people who unfortunately lost their butts on the deal, and then the next people: back to spy-neighbors again. I keep a sign in a back window, "Don't Spy", it helped but doesn't affect them that much. Anywhere along the 200'+ shared fence I am at doing whatever, they are magically right there along the other side within minutes. I don't get it. I can't build a fence tight enough or high enough for this family of freaks , so I just roll my eyes and deal with it. They also wanted their section of road closed to everybody except themselves and are bitter about my not having it. I believe in free movement for folks, it's a county easem*nt and stays open as long as I have any say. These guys really have some issues about borders, what they want for themselves and what they believe everybody else should have are two very different things.
Along the other fence we have a boy, now in his early-twenties, who was just mommy and daddy's little darling and given everything. I mean, everything. He's still basically living w/ mom, dad split long ago. The result of all their coddling was that at 18 he was a heroin user, baby-daddy and convicted felon from doing a series of hot-prowl burglaries. I lost quite a bit of stuff to him during one period due to his unique ability to scope me out, before I fixed the security system around here. He plays loud music now and then, if it's a weekday evening I go yell at him and he backs off. He seems to have mellowed out and I think maybe understands his offenses against people now, but we don't know about the drug use. I suppose I don't care.
Across the road we had wonderful neighbors until it was necessary for an adult son to come in and be a caretaker. This guy was a very lonely dude and drove us nuts, we couldn't be in the yard without him suddenly showing up to be a guest, we'd have special company over and soon he was in the middle telling his lame stories about himself and not listening to anybody else. I'd be working in the garage and the door would open, there he was to visit, again. Eventually the only way to get rid of such a guy is, after trying all the nice ways, to get so mean (i.e., be an utter a$$) that they get their feelings hurt and go away crying...but then after a while they "forgive" you, and are back. He moved away when the parents died. The new people have three pre-adolescent boys who are of-course pains in the butt, basically we have spy-neighbors on two sides now. If I have something loud to say or yell at the dogs, some little boy is over there repeating my words back for me, in his weird little tone. Is this why I paid all this money for a place to exist at?
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At this moment I can hear roosters from probably three different properties crowing. Lots of people have them around here. I actually find it to be soothing, associating it with new-day-dawning and all that.
Oh well, three cats to feed then back to listen to the roosters and doze for a bit. Lots of work to do later. Maybe I'll clean out the yard...
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