- Jun 19, 2013
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I've been through this.
Check this out - so the neighbor across the street from us was this 70+ year old lady who has lived in that house for 50 years or something. Her husband is a volunteer firefighter, very nice man. The lady is the HOA Block Captain for our block. She was a meanie. We would cut our grass and 5 minutes later she'd come knocking telling us our grass is still too tall. She hated my dogs because they bark when somebody comes to our door even if it's just the mailman and they "wake up the neighbors". Everybody in our block except for our next-door neighbor and us are retired people and are home all day everyday. She would complain about every little thing to do with the dogs - "You need a better handle on those dogs! They can't pee on my mailbox!", "They're going to bust through your door and kill us!".
Anyway, both our houses are at the end of the cul-de-sac and beyond the cul-de-sac is another street. One weekend, she planted a hedge on her side yard effectively blocking the view to the street beyond. And I kid you not, this 90+ year old woman comes out of her garage from a few houses down running creakily towards the Block Captain and SCRATCHED HER FACE UP for blocking the street view!!! My husband and I were just shocked to statue, it took us a while to run across the street to break the old-ladies fight up.
So, I learned a lesson that day - everybody has their own "quirkiness" and we either accept people for who and what they are or be miserable for the rest of our lives. Everybody has their own cross they're carrying, although they're all different. That day, I baked two of the yummiest cake I can muster and gave it to both of them. Since then, I visited them so many times just to check on them. There were several old ladies on the block we started checking up on as well. We were one of only 2 families under 70, and we were in our 20's - the next-door neighbor who is in his 50's is a paraplegic living on his own so we checked on him often too. My tall husband would go to their houses and check on their lightbulbs to see if anything needs changing because those creaky old women and the paraplegic can't do it themselves and their children seem to not come over to visit them at all.
When the Block Captain came over to the house to tell me our tree branch is extending to the other neighbor's yard so we have to cut down the branches (which practically cuts the tree in half), we smiled at her and walked with her to the next-door neighbor and asked them if they have a problem with the tree branches going over their yard and they said, no, they loved the branches because it gives some shade on their yard and we shouldn't cut it, so I smiled at the Block Captain and told her when our neighbor gets tired of the branches, I'll cut the tree down then asked her if she liked the new salon she told us about a few months ago... smile, smile, smile. It's an awesome feeling to just see the Block Captain chewing on her molars grumbling for a few minutes then smiling back. It's like the highlight of my day.
Anyway, a home is a long-term purchase. An investment in neighborly kindness even when we are aggrieved goes a long way to make that experience pleasant and could possibly improve our neighbors' disposition (although, we can't bank on that happening). We've moved out of that house since then but we continued to visit our neighbors for a few years (this is also because our cat decided to do a "homeward bound" trip and took a trek back to our old house, so we would drop cat food off to the people that bought our old house), continued to check up on their lightbulbs and other light house maintenance, until they died or moved to assisted living. We were sad to lose them even as they remained meanies to the very end.
And that's my First House saga...
Here's my advice worth what you paid for - go to the neighbor's, smile, bring them a cake, and tell them you're putting the fence exactly where your property line survey says where it is. They will probably throw the cake in your face, doesn't matter. It's the effort and what's in your heart that counts.
This is an awesome story of making lemonade out of lemons!!!
It also reminded me that somebody wrote us up in our HOA for Wallygator peeing on their mailbox. I NEVER allowed him to pee on ANY shrubs or plants... I just didn't know that peeing on a mailbox is a problem. When I posted it on our HOA FB page, a bunch of my neighbors told me that Wally was allowed to PEE on their mailboxes, and they loved to see my dogs dragging me thru the hood