The house next door is coming up for sale and I wonder how that's going to turn out. The last people who lived there before the current owner, went upside down on their loan which they'd gotten during that horrible time when companies were begging for your business whether you had any money for a mortgage or not and they tried and tried to sell. Never could. I think they just ended up handing it over to the bank or whoever owned the mortgage by then, and moving on.
It stayed empty for a very long time and it made me so sad because it's a fine house, not too big, not too small. The guy who ended up buying it started out so very gung-ho about living in Lloyd. He had many plans for the yard and possibly the house. I'm not sure. He did a lot of restoration with his father, I gather. He had ideas about getting rid of invasive plants and doing aquaculture and all kinds of other things on his small lot and these projects did see the light of day but I don't think any of them ever made it to fruition.
I hear that now his girlfriend doesn't want to live so far from where she works in town so I guess it's their turn to move on. I'm sure he views me as the cranky old woman who lives next door and I don't blame him. After I welcomed him to the neighborhood, I proceeded to give him a rousing verbal beating for taking out one of my favorite camellias ever. He protested that:
A. He wanted to concentrate on native plants in his yard, and
B. His mother actually cut it down.
Harumph. Obviously I am still not over that.
The other thing I did that no doubt pushed him over the edge when it came to me was when I went over one day and beat on his door when his band was practicing to ask him to please turn it down because I couldn't even think on my back porch because it was so loud. Or to at least shut the windows on the side of the house where they were practicing.
I hated doing that. I've been around musicians practicing my entire adult life and I know how important it is and I hate beyond reason being such a bitch about such a cliched old-person complaint but I'd tolerated it as long as I could and then some before I walked over there and made my plea.
He thanked me for not calling the police which shamed me terribly. I would NEVER do that as a first action when it comes to loud music.
Anyway, he's actually been a good neighbor and I just wonder what the next neighbor will be like.
Lis has always wanted that house. I think she's possibly wanted it since before we bought this one. What I wouldn't give to have her and Lon living there! But I don't think they'd leave Gatorbone in reality. Lis has come up with some grand schemes for us to buy it and turn it into an AirBnB but that sounds like way too much work for me. And do people really want to stay in a tiny village with no place to eat except for a Subway down near the interstate and a train track that goes through the backyard?
Well, actually it goes through our backyard which is behind that backyard because our property is an oddly shaped T with arms that stretch behind that house and the church next door on the other side.
I cannot see running any sort of lodging establishment in my future.
Anyway, that's the big news here. I got the hen house cleaned out and some weeding and more thinning done and then...it began to rain!
I'm beginning to wonder if my husband is ever coming home. I suppose he is. He hasn't come up with a return-date yet. I hope it's this year. I miss him. I mean, everything's fine. And I really want him to enjoy that part of his life- the being-outside-with-other-guys part of his life that he loves so much, that brings so much joy to him.
Well, here's a loaf of bread I'm baking.
I want that bread, fresh out of the oven, slathered in butter.ReplyDelete
I hope you get nice neighbors. I've always been lucky and had wonderful neighbors.
I may be dying, just wanted to let you know. If you can die from too much mucous in your sinuses, my days are numbered. I feel like garbage and this is the third day. I thought I'd be better by now but nope. Shit, piss, fuck.
I know- don't we all think that after three days we should just be fucking well? Sadly, this is not how it always works. I am so sorry you have the snot disease. Please do not die.Delete
Running an Airbnb next door sounds awful to me. Wouldn't the renters expect you to help/fix/provide all sorts of little things? Ugh! I hope you get sweet neighbors that you love!ReplyDelete
Hang in there, Mr. Moon will be home soon! I rhymed! :)
Yes! People truly would expect me to be available at all hours. I mean, when I stay in Air BnB places, I certainly expect the hosts to be available for me!Delete
Yeah. I think my husband will return eventually. He misses his bed at the very least.
Christmas shopping- lucky you. I tried but all of the shops are shut except for the Mediterranean market so I guess that is it- for everyone- turkish delight , olives and things I am not sure about. I would rent your Air B and B, there you go- one customer already!ReplyDelete
Well, Turkish Delights of all kinds are pretty delightful so go for it!Delete
You're first on the list if I ever decide to be a host. I promise, Linda Sue.
Whatever you end up doing, I hope you enjoy it.ReplyDelete
Bread looks delicious but I'm on strict rations at the moment - ugh... but got to be done. Good neighbours are a huge blessing and bad ones a constant niggling pain - we have had both. Last week we had a storm and chunks of my neighbour's roof came off in the wind - they'd recently had work done and it was all a botch. Problem was it landed in our garden and caused damage to our roof and more. When I mentioned it, they came round ( four days later!) and said that it was not their responsibility and that it was up to me to fix damage because it had been caused by a storm - not mention of the substandard work on their roof. I couldn't quite believe it - if the situation had been reversed I'd have been round straight away and made amends immediately. I can't be bothered to go through the insurance company so we will just fix it ourselves - but lesson learned about the attitude of the new neighbours.ReplyDelete
Well obviously, you are a good neighbor whereas your neighbor whose roof blew off is NOT! But as you said, you now know who you're dealing with.Delete
I hope there was no damage to your writing room.
Wouldn't it be just great to have Lis living right next door!!! Good neighbours are so important as bad neighbours can make your life a living hell!ReplyDelete
That would be heaven here on earth. I'm not even joking.Delete
Poor Bella, all alone! But hey, it's her choice. I guess she likes it that way.ReplyDelete
Fingers crossed you get a reasonable new neighbor! I liked hearing about your encounters with the earlier ones. I must admit I might be surprised if a neighbor challenged me for taking out one of my own bushes, but then, I wouldn't remove a perfectly good camellia.
I kind of like the idea of the Air B&B!
I think she's afraid of the other chickens. They do try to chase her away from food but I haven't seen any of them ganging up on her and pecking her which chickens will sometimes do.Delete
You're right- I should NOT have told my neighbor that he shouldn't have taken out that camellia. It just hurt my heart. And really- shouldn't people wait a few seasons to see exactly what they do have in their new yards before they start ripping things out?
If I did start up an Air BnB I would let you stay second. Linda Sue is already signed up for first.
(Do not hold your breath.)
What fun you and Lis would have if she and Lon moved next door! Did you tell her the house is for sale again? What did she say?ReplyDelete
I told her a few weeks ago that it was coming up for sale. She told me that she'd told Lon that it really would make her happy if they could buy it. I said, "What did he say?"Delete
She said, "Noted."
You should show us a picture of the house. It's always worrisome when someone new buys the house next door I think. When Frank of the Bountiful Garden's house sold I was excited to hear they were artists. Well, turned out, not exactly and they were weird. He had a heart attack and died a couple of years ago and she still lives there. Never comes out of the house except to go to work outside the city. The yard is a wild mess. She hires someone about twice a year to mow. Of course, it's not right next door, there's a lot in between, the one the Wicked Bitch of the West owns.ReplyDelete
I will take a picture of the house.Delete
Yeah. The people who live across the street from one of my daughter's told her that he was an artist too. Years later she's still wondering what sort of art it is he does.
At least maybe all the snakes in your area live in the wild mess yard.
I'm wondering who will move in and will they do nice things to the yard.ReplyDelete
wouldn't it be absolute heaven to have Lis and Lon nextdoor? Be still my heart. Hope you are feeling better.....and that Mr Moon will be home soon. Neighbors........Air BnB nextdoor doesn't sound great...I'm hoping you just get normal, lovely folks who will embrace your camelias and YOUReplyDelete
It really would be heaven. And so much better than anything in the world I could think of.Delete