Sunday, August 14, 2005
We just moved into a house last week.
We like it, though it's big, much too big for two people. It's in a great neighborhood and it's the kind of place we can show off to visiting friends and relatives. It's not palatial by any measure, but after living in some less-than-respectable apartments, it's like having a wing of Windsor Palace willed to us by the Royal Family...minus the charred and blackened artwork, of course.
We've met a few of our neighbors thus far who all seem to be quite nice. To our immediate right live a pastor and his family. I suppose this is the type of neighbor I can expect after encouraging visitors at our old house to vomit over our fenceline into the neighbor's yard.
We didn't like her much.
She was intent on claiming a portion of our property her own by fencing it in. Well, that's not entirely true, I'm sure. She was actually looking at the cheap way of doing things and thusly, by tying into our fenceline (which was required to be at least 6 inches inside our property line) she incorporated our property and got out of paying some major coin for a fence of her own.
Had we not been new to homeowning, we would have taken a milder approach. Instead, driven by our tenacity with regards to pursuing the proper protocols through the HOA, we were absolutely militant about not getting fucked with. Regardess of our efforts to suggest she follow our example, she built her fence anyway. I brought this up to her as diplomatically as I could: she was outside mowing her lawn and I, in what was surely a thinly-veiled look of surprise, pointed to her newly erected fence which I had noticed the day before (she worked nights and I hadn't seen her that afternoon). She eventually called me passive-aggressive by the end of the exchange, marking the point at which I was comfortable dropping the neighborly charade and telling her to go to hell. We spent our remaining time we lived in there diverting our eyes from one another as we passed despite my girlfriend's attempts to get us to make amends.
Back to the pastor, we had a pleasant conversation about last year's World Series. As he's a Cardinals fan and I a Red Sox fan, I took some polite jabs at his team's waxing.
It's going to be a fun pennant race; if the two teams make it that far.
We like it, though it's big, much too big for two people. It's in a great neighborhood and it's the kind of place we can show off to visiting friends and relatives. It's not palatial by any measure, but after living in some less-than-respectable apartments, it's like having a wing of Windsor Palace willed to us by the Royal Family...minus the charred and blackened artwork, of course.
We've met a few of our neighbors thus far who all seem to be quite nice. To our immediate right live a pastor and his family. I suppose this is the type of neighbor I can expect after encouraging visitors at our old house to vomit over our fenceline into the neighbor's yard.
We didn't like her much.
She was intent on claiming a portion of our property her own by fencing it in. Well, that's not entirely true, I'm sure. She was actually looking at the cheap way of doing things and thusly, by tying into our fenceline (which was required to be at least 6 inches inside our property line) she incorporated our property and got out of paying some major coin for a fence of her own.
Had we not been new to homeowning, we would have taken a milder approach. Instead, driven by our tenacity with regards to pursuing the proper protocols through the HOA, we were absolutely militant about not getting fucked with. Regardess of our efforts to suggest she follow our example, she built her fence anyway. I brought this up to her as diplomatically as I could: she was outside mowing her lawn and I, in what was surely a thinly-veiled look of surprise, pointed to her newly erected fence which I had noticed the day before (she worked nights and I hadn't seen her that afternoon). She eventually called me passive-aggressive by the end of the exchange, marking the point at which I was comfortable dropping the neighborly charade and telling her to go to hell. We spent our remaining time we lived in there diverting our eyes from one another as we passed despite my girlfriend's attempts to get us to make amends.
Back to the pastor, we had a pleasant conversation about last year's World Series. As he's a Cardinals fan and I a Red Sox fan, I took some polite jabs at his team's waxing.
It's going to be a fun pennant race; if the two teams make it that far.
# posted by VonDeferen @ 12:13 PM 
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