It's King Of The Hill time!
Jun. 30th, 2005 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So, Omaha's off doing her political thing and Kouryou-chan wants hot dogs, so after an hour of weeding and mowing the front lawn I get to sit on my (admittedly somewhat tatty) deck and sip a tall glass of half 7-Up, half Hogue Late Harvest Reisling over ice and watch as the grill heats up, my laptop in lap and wireless to the downstairs feeding me a really bad Pokemon clone with a really cute catboy in it.
This is life. Kouryou-chan's out front, playing with the neighbor kids. The neighbor to the west, that is, the ones we've known for many years.
While I was weeding, I was distressed to note that the neighbors to the east, as if trying to cement their stereotype, had a pair of dead refrigerators on their lawn on the lee side of the house where it is mostly quiet and shady. Their children are in the yard but seem to be avoiding the kids from the neighbors to the west. I'm not sure what to make of that.
On the other hand I was heartened, if briefly, by the noise coming from the yard: a weed-whacker. I stopped and looked up the man doing the lawncare.
"Hi!" I said. "Same thing I'm doing, huh?"
"Yeah. Gotta do it." He wore a beer-related t-shirt. Scrawny guy with a mustache that is usually described as, well, pardon the expression, "a shitty little mustache."
I nodded. "You the new neighbor?" I pointed at the house.
"Nah. My wife, her and her boyfriend. And my kids. I just came over to see 'em and offered to do her lawn for her. Y'know, just to make a couple of bucks for gas."
Damn. Damn, damn, damn. I really should lower my expectations.
This is life. Kouryou-chan's out front, playing with the neighbor kids. The neighbor to the west, that is, the ones we've known for many years.
While I was weeding, I was distressed to note that the neighbors to the east, as if trying to cement their stereotype, had a pair of dead refrigerators on their lawn on the lee side of the house where it is mostly quiet and shady. Their children are in the yard but seem to be avoiding the kids from the neighbors to the west. I'm not sure what to make of that.
On the other hand I was heartened, if briefly, by the noise coming from the yard: a weed-whacker. I stopped and looked up the man doing the lawncare.
"Hi!" I said. "Same thing I'm doing, huh?"
"Yeah. Gotta do it." He wore a beer-related t-shirt. Scrawny guy with a mustache that is usually described as, well, pardon the expression, "a shitty little mustache."
I nodded. "You the new neighbor?" I pointed at the house.
"Nah. My wife, her and her boyfriend. And my kids. I just came over to see 'em and offered to do her lawn for her. Y'know, just to make a couple of bucks for gas."
Damn. Damn, damn, damn. I really should lower my expectations.
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Date: 2005-07-01 04:31 pm (UTC)You have an option that doesn't involve getting involved with the neighbors, or the police. Call the landlord: once notified, he has the responsibility.
It's here: http://www.leg.wa.gov/RCW/index.cfm?section=9.03.020&fuseaction=section
Things could be worse
Date: 2005-07-01 03:57 pm (UTC)Re: Things could be worse
Date: 2005-07-01 04:19 pm (UTC)Re: Things could be worse
Date: 2005-07-01 06:46 pm (UTC)