So it's like this:
I bought the house, and, surprisingly or maybe creepily, everyone I know, like at work, knows more about my house than I do. Random.
I'd been here a week, still moving my crap, trying to dispose of the previous 8 owner's crap (house was built in 1913), trying to do minor roof repairs, running a ton of electrical (a hundred years ago I guess they might have had a fan and some electric lights - no outlets in the kitchen after a century!) when the city shows up.
Neighbors called. Complained about 'junk in yard.'
'Hey, man, I just moved in.'
'Gotta move that junk. I'll give you a week.'
I got it done.
So spring comes around, I'm working in the yard. Cleaning up, planting grass and flowers, some peas and corn and strawberries, and cutting down some oleanders. I rip out a cedar to plant a peach tree, I do this on a Tuesday. Evening.
Wednesday morning - Call from the City.
'You got trees and debris in your yard.'
'Yeah, I took that out last night.'
'Gotta move it.'
'Dude, it was last night.'
'I'll give you till Monday.'
I took care of it.
Then. He calls again.
'That car has flat tires. And the others haven't moved in a while.'
'I ride a motorcycle. I don't drive them much.'
'Neighbors are complaining. You'll have to get rid of them.'
'How about a carload of fuck you. I'm not getting rid of my paid-for shit just because the neighbors don't like Camaros and Volkswagens.'
'Gotta do something about them. Drive them more.'
'No. I'll build a fence.'
'You can't do that. It's historic.'
'Watch me.'
'Oh, and that dirt in the parkway? You gotta move that. And clean your trashcans. And there's a stray piece of paper under your japonica.'
WTF!?!?!
SO - I've spent the last little while working my two jobs during the day and building a cedar fence in the evenings.
My neighbors are assholes. Maybe I'll have a party, invite them all in, lock the gates, and introduce them to my dog.
Clothes may not make the man, but SHOES definitely make the woman!





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-Clothes may not make the man, but shoes DEFINITELY make the woman-
'What the!?!!? THAT isn't what I saw in the viewfinder!!!'
'... Not ONLY was it hairy as holy blue hell, it BIT me!'
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-Clothes may not make the man, but shoes DEFINITELY make the woman-
'What the!?!!? THAT isn't what I saw in the viewfinder!!!'
'... Not ONLY was it hairy as holy blue hell, it BIT me!'
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