My neighbor's house is about the width of a car plus another 5 feet away from mine. In the past as I walked into the computer room for something quickly (which means I don't really need a light on), I usually notice their side living room curtains open and their lamp on. On one unfortunate night, I happened to be walking by and spotted him just after a shower. Of the two possible sides I could have seen of him, I was blessed to get the worse of the two evils. Usually I just see him or her sitting in the lazy boy in the corner, reading or dozing.
On Friday, I watched from the window as the Lawn Nazi mowed his grass. It took him from 11 a.m. until 4ish. My yard is slightly bigger and I can do it in about an hour. Plus, he mowed his driveway. I'm guessing that's to remove all the grass clippings from it. That section of my grass I really enjoy mowing because I usually leave a few grass clippings and leaves on his driveway. In conjunction to my dog urinating on it through the chain link fence, maybe I am the cause of what I believe is the decline in his mental faculties.
Last fall, Lawn Nazi had a brush with death. The doctors didn't know what was wrong but he was weak and getting weaker. His wife asked that I say a prayer for her hubby and I never really did get around to it because I was still in discussion with God on how to properly do that even though their family would be better off without him. Obviously, someone did because he's back to his normal self (I really need to have a talk with this person). One would have thought this event would have opened his eyes to the importance of grass in relation to other things but it has not. This evening, he is again mowing his grass and much to our amusement, singing while doing it. Earlier this evening, I saw him walking down the street, just looking around and talking to himself. This isn't too strange. When the wife is doing church-related things, he usually just wanders around as if he can't do anything with her. When I do see him, I always reflect on two summers ago when we awoke in the pre-dawn hours by him tripping over his downspout and saying 'My life is shit'. He was the only one out there.
So far, he has yet to yell the 'F' word directly at his wife so perhaps the near death experience has changed him.
7 comments:
you told me just enough about the view from your window... And you didn't pray for him because of what?
I like your list of characters that you've added to the sidebar.
Leaving clippings on the driveway to irritate someone sounds like something I would do.
You know. I know a person at work whose pride and joy is his lawn. And as such if the weather allows it, he often mows his lawn two or three times a week. Mowing a lawn that often would drive me nuts. I'd rather be out hiking and letting my lawn grow six inches high. ;)
By the way, you're mean deliberately blowing grass onto his driveway.
Sage - I didn't pray for hom because I felt his family would be a more cohesive unit without him.
I figured the list of names may come in handy since all I do is talk about people. :-)
Ed - I'm going to stop doing that now that you've said that.
Tim - I hate mowing. I'm currently looking around to find someone to do it for a low price. I'd rather be inside doing stuff and smelling the cut grass through the open window rather than being sweaty, grumpy and with dirt in my underpants.
Tim said, "...with dirt in my underpants."
Evidently they mow lawn differently out east than they do here. :)
Tim wouldn't talk like that, Ed. Only I would. :-)
My apologies to Tim!
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