Neighbors part 2.

Now that it's quiet, the ATV is back in the garage and not grinding on my quiet time, I do have to clean up after my rant about my hick neighbor. Clear the air in the argument I'm having with him, in the privacy of my own noggin.

He (Sarge) and his girlfriend (Patty) are actually pretty good kids. Now that I'm in my 30's and my 20's seem so very far away, they are considered kids.

When my dog got out and was romping in the street, although on his way to class, Sarge stopped and got out of his car, gathered her up and when he didn't get a response to knocking at my door, took my furry kid to his house for safe keeping until I got home to collect her.

He had a power washing business for a while. He was one of those guys who went to people's houses to wash their decks and their siding with a ridiculously high pressure, glorified water shooter. He traded services with a tree crew who came over and cut down a rotting black walnut tree that was growing about 4 feet from my house and threatening to fall into it on any given windy day. I could have never afforded the service, but Sarge never charged me a dime.

To try and differentiate "work around the house time" from "relax and play around the house" time, I decided to buy an apron. Whenever I wear the apron, I am cleaning a bathroom or re-organizing a closet. If the apron is on, I am in work mode. This is to try and ease the tension between myself and me, because the two are always fighting about housekeeping. I'm in a constant state of messy because I'm a busy body and I have a million ideas at once (yes, they are all awesome ideas too). So I generate quite a bit of mess. Since I work out my house most of the time, sitting in amongst the messiness, I tend to get on my own ass about housework. So I found a super cool cherry print apron, and on it's maiden voyage for a bout of bathroom scrubbing last spring, I got called outside to sign for a UPS delivery. Patty was just arriving home at that minute and I waved to her from the front porch. Being neighborly (save the last blog entry) I went over to say hello. As we chatted, she inquired about my apron and I gave her the meaning behind. 7 months later, for a Christmas gift, Patty presented me with a new apron to add to my collection. Tied in the middle was a new wooden spoon, because she knew I really liked to cook and bake.

So really, it's not all bad. They are friendly and mostly thoughtful. Patty has broken Sarge of bad habits like having parties 'till 5am on week nights; burning wood in the back yard (both illegal and stupid on postage stamp properties) and leaving on the megawatt outside light that defies all manner of window shades and blasts into my bedroom all night long.

I really hope she makes him get rid of the ATV.