Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Because I'm never too busy to plot schemes

So, the disgruntled neighbor. Never met him, only seen him out doing yard work. Older man. Always has a cigar in his mouth. 

I found half of a smoked cigar on our deck, a couple of weeks after we moved in.

This is a hilly place. Our house sits up high, but the neighbors to the back sit low. (Having a rough time trying to create a mental picture for you guys). Our backyard slopes up in the back, but then dramatically slopes downward into the neighbors yard. It slopes down enough for me to get nervous when Vance plays on the ridge. I'm telling you this because Justin came up with the idea that it "rolled" or "blew" from his yard. This would have been one magic cigar. Rolling off the neighbor's patio, up a steep hill, down our backyard, up our 7 stairs that lead to the deck, finally resting to the left of our bay window. I don't think so. I think the old man winged it while no one from our camp was looking.   

Someone also pulled our property line stakes from the ground, leaving us to guess where the fence will be going. Hmmmm.... Sounds like the work of Cigar Man. (Do you name your neighbors?)


Our old neighbors from Wisconsin are in the Lou, on a mini-vacation. They'll be coming over for dinner tonight, so lots to do to get ready. Later!

5 Responses to “Because I'm never too busy to plot schemes”

  1. Anonymous7:50 AM

    Yes we name our neighbors. You know you lived next to "Dirtball" in Bayhill. Remember him? He called us Ken and Barbie, so we were even (we only know this because his little daughter would scream it at us whenever we were outside--we figured she didn't come up with it on her own). I guess if someone wants to call me Barbie I'll just take it as a compliment. I'm not looking much like Barbie these days though! Ugh. Hope Cigar Man gets over his bad mood!

  2. ha! yes, i remember Dirtball! glad we're not the only ones!

  3. Anonymous4:42 PM

    maybe it was anthony smokin' a blunt?

  4. Maybe he didn't chuck it, maybe he came by and was looking in your windows when you were shopping or something and just forgot the cigar on the deck.

    Old men are members of the same club my old mother is: Neighborhood Watch

  5. that's totally disturbing. you could be right, i never thought of that.



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