Of a lot of things.
Mostly because I've spent the last 5 days waking up with nothing but muscle pains and headaches, mixed with that sick taste in the back of my mouth. All of Friday night and most of Saturday was spent in bed with aspirin and aleve intermittently- neither of which really helped with the level of salt and water loss.
But I digress. The real reason I feel sick right now is because of the oncoming storm one neighbor is about to face.
Over the years, we've had a fair bit of fighting in the community (some well reasoned, most not, and an occasional person literally off their meds- but that's suburbia).
This time, I hate to be right. The neighbor's behind us, the ones that tore out the trees and put down concrete for what is now (or was) going to be a basketball and baseball court really didn't pay attention to what he was doing. While he owns the land rights (meaning that no one can take or remove anything on his land without his permission) he wasn't legally allowed to either. When you stand at our back door, you can see that all the houses along this particular row line up oddly perfectly. All of their trees come to a very specific line.
Turned out that line was actually the flood plane. The one for the golf course's drainage stream. And really. really. really. should never be messed with. (Legal translation for those of us who really aren't into property law- this means that while you own the area in question, you may never place any structure of concrete, brick, wood, etc- on this potentially loose and unusually saturated soil because it increases the risk of damage to your home, and in turn, other peoples houses in the local vicinity; also you should have something like well rooted trees or erosion controlling heavy rooted plants.
So, if it had just stopped there, I would be doing my happy dance to know I was right and not just a crazy woman reading stuff on the internet all day.
Well, the guy used the sob story and it actually hit on a long thought dead area of just wanting to do something nice for your kids. Now maybe it's the heat. Maybe it's the sympathy. And (as those of you who have ever had close neighbor issues know) it may have a tiny bit of tact to try to keep people from getting their stuff removed, even when it's breaking the law. I don't know by this point, but I still feel bad even though I didn't help or hurt the situation.
But here's the biggest issue: the city is involved now.
Which means there will be people out here this weekend, checking it out and probably trying to be as nice to the guy as possible, but they will most likely tell him it's gotta go.
Look, I'm not a homeowner (though, like everyone, I wish I was by winning the lottery and buying up my existing home so my parents wouldn't have to worry about a thing), and I couldn't really do anything but be supportive. But, like my parents, I'm tired of the drama. We've been fighting off and on with neighbors, and with ourselves, over stupid things for the last 10 years. It's at the point where we just want reasonable happiness, peace and calm when things happen. We want to enjoy a private backyard. We want to see each other when someone comes back from a long trip. Because who knows how long this will last? I don't want to miss a moment of someone's life with an excuse of independence and loneliness. This isn't worth moving or leaving or tearing things up- but it is worth laughing about good memories and going to bed with a smile.
if you've read this far, you can have a cybercookie for your troubles. Thanks for listening to the beaten down, heatwave burned mind of a tired girl.
Maybe this will get some stories flowing.