So, my neighbors put in a pool. My outdoor sanctuary is gone. Partly it was a self-inflicted wound; they needed our permission to tear down the fence and destroy a good part of the yard so they could get the backhoe in. Every lawyer I know told me I should have said no. I knew I should have said no. But I didn’t say no. The construction was bad enough, but I knew worse was coming and it did. My outdoor sanctuary is gone. I guess I already said that.
There’s now a pool party almost every night. This one from four days ago was the worst. We counted 42 place settings at this table. 42 women showed up about 7:30 for cocktails. 42 women sat down to dinner at 8:45. 42 women jumped into the pool, screaming like 8-year-olds at 11:oo.
We used Perfect Lawns to clean up the damage. I still haven’t presented the neighbors with the bill; they typically use a guy with a pick-up truck and some shovels. Things are finally getting a little bit back to normal, but the new normal, I guess.
We put in a ‘wall’ of crepe myrtles and Cherry Laurel for privacy. We also did a more professional job on the firewood placement.
The puppies are glad to have their yard back in tact. In April, Brian got two Pražský Krysaříks (‘Prague Ratters’ in English – I don’t even try it in Czech.). Fanny and Mable.