Me, Myself, and the Voices in My Head

A place to ramble and maybe make some sense about a thing or two.

My fence! My Fence! My kindgom has a fence!

Oh, I’m so happy right now!!  I didn’t think the contractors would come today because the weather forecast is for rain, snow, single-digit temperature lows, and the ground is wet and crappy.  But the cement for all of the posts of my new privacy fence cured well and they came and finished it!

Now I don’t have to look at the majority of the massive hoard one neighbor has behind the house where he’s living (he doesn’t own the house, just the hoard).  I can only see the top portion.  And the pack of dogs in the other neighbor’s yard are now invisible to me and I can’t hear their barking as loudly as before.  It’s nice when a “privacy fence” actually gives you that — privacy.

Just before the guys got started today, Mr. Next-Door Neighbor (who isn’t the one who’s caused all of the problems for us that his wife and kids have) came over and asked the contractors for a bid on their property.  Guess he recognizes quality when he sees it.  And, I hope, he’s finally gotten over the fantasy that we’re going to sell him a two-and-a-half foot wide, 200-foot long strip of land that he paved part of his patio on last year without consulting a surveyor — making it now our two-and-a-half foot wide strip of concrete.  We said we weren’t selling and now he’ll have to pay to remove it.  He’s frustrated because his wife advised him that she was correct on the placement and that a survey showed it was their property, not ours.  Sadly, her eyeballing of a “line” between a post and a tree doesn’t constitute a legal survey and she was wrong.  Now he’s upset because he realizes that I’ve been right all of these years that (1) their property line is not as close to our house as she thought it was and (2) my readings of the platte maps and GIS photography was correct and that the other side of their property is actually inside their other neighbor’s house (because people didn’t bother to survey before building).

Regardless, the dogs are happy they can romp through the yard wherever they like.  Well, they would be if it wasn’t so freakin’ cold outside right now.  Both needed lots of encouragement to go into the yard and then they only did their “business” and ran straight back for the house where it’s nice and warm.

Summer will be more fun when we can stay out for hours and throw the balls and frisbees for them.  And, just like any other toddler, they’ll play and wear themselves out and sleep for a long time.  That will be nice.

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