And, so it begins again … another moving van backing in. Since the lady next door went into a nursing home and her daughter was unable to sell the house, we’ve had renters living next door. The last family seemed “okay” to me. They were always pleasant, and I never heard a peep out of them. I think I heard their music playing once. I gather the lady across the street had issues (and words) with them. They moved out rather suddenly last week.
A new family is moving in tonight. It’s a fairly small house with a fairly small yard on a fairly small street – nothing special. I keep hoping someone nice will move in there. I suppose that’s too much to ask given that it’s not a palace.
If you want to be nosey, you can learn a lot about people by looking at their “stuff” as they unload it. So far I saw a lawn chair, a desk, 2 soccer balls and a football. Not much to go on, but it looks like they have younger kids.
I will bet the lady across the street does not like them – I believe that was her complaint with the last family – that the kids were in her yard and in her driveway. I never witnessed that.
I try not to fight with the neighbors – you’re kind-of stuck with them. Ignoring them usually works rather well for me.
“We make our friends; we make our enemies; but God makes our next door neighbor.” – Chesterton, Gilbert K.