The Fence

Like said, I wasn't really worried about the whole Property Schmroperty thing. So we had to adjust our view of what we own... Big deal! I mean... Life is about change, right?

Then I found out about the fence.

Apparently she wasn't just laying out the rope to help me understand the lay of the land. According to Tina, [Name of One-Hit-Wonder-Creating-Neighbor Here] didn't like looking at our trash can and so had decided to build a fence out of cedar poles.

Normally, this would be fine. But I didn't like the idea because our house is set right up against the property line. Before "The Great Purge" there had been plenty of tree-cover between our houses. And, even though our house was very close to the property line, there was an illusion of space. Now that she had cut all the cedar off of her land, the privacy was gone and she felt like she needed a fence!

Personally, I don't think it has jack-shit to do with our trash-can. The previous owners left their trash can in the same place and it didn't seem to bother her. No, I'm thinking it might have more to do with the original comments regarding the cutting of wood on our property.

Oh and let's talk about cutting wood for a minute. At one point, when we first moved in, our would-be "nature lover" asked us if we might ask our children to play quieter in the back-yard because she was worried the noise would bother the foxes who lived back there. She made a specific reference to the wonderful environment the foxes had back there.

Fast-forward to last month and she's got some very happy illegal immigrants clear-cutting everything that isn't an oak. Suddenly the little fox-sanctuary has turned into savannah. Oh.. and I didn't once hear her ask the workers if they might turn the volume down on their chain-saws.

So now fast-forward another month. Suddenly we have THE FENCE. Good God, I can't wait to get a digital camera. I'm gonna have to post some pics of this freaking monstrosity. At first she volunteered to put the uglier side of the fence facing her property. I imagine that the guy who was coordinating the build talked her out of it. Now we've got this 60 foot section of fence between our two houses. It doesn't attach to anything. It's just this partition so that she supposedly doesn't have to look at our trash cans.

The very trash cans that Tina now wants to keep out in the middle of the yard on the other side of the house!

Oh and the foxes? Apparently they've moved on to some other sanctuary. You gotta love it.