Yesterday, I was awakened by the sound of heavy equipment. Now, this wasn’t too out of the ordinary, as the neighbour behind us had been doing some landscaping. Except then I noticed it was a little louder than that and it sound a whole lot closer.
Like in my yard closer.
I ran down the hall and the stairs- which was more like an old-lady shuffle – to go look out the window by the driveway. Yep. There was a big ol’ dump druck (with custom paint job on the cab) on my lawn with four guys standing around it. As I quickly got dressed and went outside to find out what in the heck was going on, I remembered Ron saying something about our neighbour had been talking to CableCompany (that owns the dishes on our property) about tidying up around them.
As a side note, what is up with all the dump truck drivers I have ever met going into a panic and apologetic state as soon as the lady of the house comes tearing out? Do they cover that in dump-truck driving school? I told him it was all fien with me, as long as he made sure not to make tire tracks on my behind-neighbour Debbie’s lawn. A bit of it comes right up next to mine and he had driven back right alongside it. “If you mess up her lawn,” I told him, “She’ll come right up here waggin’ her finger at you.”
“Oh, I ain’t scared-a her,” he drawled as he eased his cap off and scratched his head.
“Yeah, she’s my aunt.”
I laughed so hard.
Anyway, I got brought up to speed on the landscaping that was happening on the easement around the dishes and little maintenace shed. Hey, if they’re paying to make it look nicer, I’m not gonna complain. I think it gives my neighbour Earl something to do, as he also mows that spot for them. (Why they never asked us, I dunno. Not that we want to, mind.)
Later as I surveyed the work they did, Earl and I mused together why on earth they hadn’t paid to make the property look nicer when it was for sale. He doesn’t know either. Worked to our advantage though, didn’t it?