Life has been interrupted.
I was just reminded by a veRY saSSy family friend that~
“You can’t pick your neighbors-
-you can only pick how fAR awAY they are–.”
Uh, hUh. True’dat.
Last fall my mother’s very longtime, next door neighbor went into a nursing home, and I wrote a post on how they let me have some of the things they (sadly) had to empty from the house to ready it for resale.
The house sold just 6 weeks ago to a 23yr old girl who actually reMINDed us of the late Mrs. of the house! We thought that would actually please the Mr. some –in spite of the circumstances-. It seemed to softened the blow just a bit on our last visit recently.
We were taken by such surprise to learn that he passed away just last Thursday (at 87). Needless to say~it’s been a sad week. But we tried focus on celebrating his life and jovial and sassy spirit with lots of “Joe” stories—of which we have m-AN-y.
~And if you can bear with me—he was a para-trooper in WWII, and was awarded a purple heart. An honor guard stood vigilant with him throughout the process of laying him to rest. I’ll just say~it was an awesome display of respect not often-enough seen these days, and left nary a dry eye to be found (~even the stoic men were felled by this).
You know, we thought we knew him as well as any family member (he was kind of a surrogate member!) but reading his obit–we learned even mORe of just hOw special this man wAs! And he will be sorely missed.
I have sUch a fUll project list getting ready for mom’s hUge 80th birthday celebration July 20th.
And last night, while I took time to relax -on the deck, with a glass of wine, and a Michael Bublé cd- at the end of another lONg day~ the brand new neighbor (of a whole 6 weeks) popped her head around the privacy wall of grapevines to drop a vERY unwelcomed bomb on me.
“Just wanted to warn you–I don’t like the grapevines. (a 25+ yr shared landscape project with the late Mr and Mrs) And I’ve hired some guys to come RIP IT ALL OUT. I just wanted to let you know because it means they’re going to rip it off your house and arches too.” (All the vines were planted on the neighbors’ side of the trellising fence~and it is in need of good care to bring back the incredible grapes it used to yield.)
He was 87. He was unable to keep up with the maintenance of it in later years and did let his side get out of control. I offered (as she moved in) to help her prune it back and pleach it so it would be beautiful again on her side, and easy maintenance like for us—NOpe.
I pleaded with her to let it have the summer, so she could really see the privacy it provides for both properties—NOpe.
She is tearing out ALL plantings, flowers -EVerything-. She works long hours and doesn’t have tIMe for more than cutting the grass–so she’s eliminating all but the tree in front, and in back –and the grass.
This is an older neighborhood with close set houses, and there’s no HOA to stop this.
Again–“You can’t pick your neighbors. . .”
EVERYbody. should NoT. be a Home. Owner.
The 2nd layer in this frustrating story is that there is a Cardinal nest in the grapevines. The babies just hatched 3 days ago.
There’s no way they will be big enough and fly away before she is tearing it all down. “Oh that’s sad. But they’re coming soon to rip it out anyway.” I’ve checked with anyone I can think to, just to slow her down—and all I’ve learned is that Cardinals are “not protected.”
So my tightly scheduled plans and work have come to a screeching halt to round up as many guys as possible to dig up the trunks from hEr side of the fence, and re-plant them by a foot onto mOm’s side. Hopefully they will survive the ASSAULT.
btw~ this is nOt the only grievance she has raMMed down our throats in these 6 weeks. AnD, the late Mrs. would never have behaved this way. SHE was a better, more thoughtful, and considerate woman—and thIS one NO LONGER REMINDS US OF HER.
Geez~welcome to the neighborhood.
We’re sO haPPy you’re here–. NoT.
So MANY LOSSES in such a small time frame–. I’ll get back to you with those projects I WaS so anxious to share—when I get back on track. Lord only knows what bomb shell she has up her sleeve next for us to endure. Pray for us.