Time to Move

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Well, today has been a hell of a day. Busy day at work concluded by a threat from a neighbor and a visit with the Cobb County police. Let me explain…

We’ve lived in our subdivision for 10 years now and never had a problem with any of our neighbors. Heck, some of our best friends we met two years ago when they moved in across the street! But, in the last few years, some not-so-nice folks have moved in around us–especially next door.

A few days ago, after looking at a ridiculous yard next door for years, Charles filed a code complaint against our next door neighbor. She never mows her grass! Well, she does, she just does it every couple of months or so. Right now, her grass comes up well past my knee and looks horrible. We’ve seen an unusual amount of snakes and that prompted Charles to file a complaint online. I do not want a snake to bite Riley! We actually turned in her and a house across the street which looks just as bad. We take pride in our house and yard and it just makes things look tacky when all the people around us don’t give a rat’s ass!

(Charles took some pics, but I don’t have them to post. Trust me, the grass is crazy tall!)

Anyway, this particular neighbor must have gotten her warning letter in the mail today, because this evening, as I was preparing supper, she marches up on our front porch and asks to speak with me and Charles. (FYI–I didn’t even realize she was our neighbor at first. I don’t think I’ve actually seen her before!) She starts her tirade saying that she couldn’t believe none of us (any of the neighbors) brought her a pie or a casserole when she moved in–that no one has ever once offered to assist her in any way. Hmmm, I didn’t know that was a responsibility of mine, but, anyhoo

She starts complaining about the warning she received–she goes on and on about how her yard looking the way it does is a one-time thing. What? Her yard has been like that since she moved in! I swear, she has some guy come and mow it every 6 to 9 weeks–it’s crazy. She tells us she works 24/7 and is never home. Charles says he works too. She laughs and says he only works 9 to 5. Charles tells her not to assume–that he works evenings and some weekends, but sill he finds time to mow our yard and take pride in what we’ve worked so hard for. Charles tells her to hire a service. She says she has a service, but they don’t come regularly. He says to find a service that will come regularly. She says she doesn’t know of another service. Charles asks her, “Have you ever heard of the Yellow Pages?”

The kicker here is that Charles actually saw a man in her garage yesterday, just after he finished mowing, and went over and offered to mow their lawn each time we mow ours–all for just the price of the gas to fill the mower!

This woman keeps going–accusing us of being racists, of picking on her because of who she is. All this craziness for just a warning! It wasn’t even a fine! All she has to do to solve the problem is mow her damn yard!

Unfortunately, I didn’t hear the entire conversation–I was in the middle of supper and had water boiling, etc. I heard raised voices on the porch, but when I came back, I heard the woman say these EXACT words to Charles: “I know your wife is home all day alone, sometimes with your little girl. There’s been a lot of home invasions in this area recently–I sure would hate for something to happen to them.”

Charles just said, “Was that a threat? Are you threatening my family? Okay, I’m calling the police.” And we did just that. Two officers came–one to her house and one to ours. We told our side of the story and she hers. I did hear the officer on her porch say to her at one point, “Ma’am, they are not harassing you.” Us harassing her? What? All this over a stupid county warning about her lawn? Crazy.

Of course, the police could do nothing but file a report. If we’d gotten her comment on tape (curse Charles for not having his iPhone!), she would have been charged with making a terroristic threat, according to the officer. She was told not to set foot on our property and to have no further contact with us. The officers seemed to be sympathetic to our concerns. What monster threatens a five-year-old girl?

Now I’m scared about being here alone all the time. I’m sure this is the end of it–it should be if this woman has any sense at all. I would hope she’s not crazy enough to slash my tires or damage our property in any other way.

I’ve hated Atlanta for a long time now. This is just the “icing on the cake.” If the economy/housing market wasn’t in the crapper, we’d put our house on the market and get the hell out. But, for now, we’re stuck–stuck with a crazy neighbor who saw fit to threaten me and my child. Charles was really taken aback–he’s always been nervous about us being here alone so much…now he’s on a war-path.

What is it with me and all the drama? So. Over. It.



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