The world is a crowded place.
I used to crave country living in the hopes that I wouldn't be pestered by my neighbors. I envisioned a country life of seclusion and silence.
I know now (from reading your blogs) that everyone has a neighbor. Even out in the country.
Neighbors. I happened to be blessed with pretty decent ones.
We had a family with 7...Yes, SEVEN dogs. Bark, bark bark...All the freaking time.
We've had the family with the pot smoking kids. When Mom and Dad were gone of course.
(Hm...contact high anyone?)
Sometimes you see them, sometimes you don't, but for the most part we all hope and pray that we don't live next to the neighbor from Hell.
We might not consider the fact that, to OUR neighbors, WE might be the neighbors from Hell.
I try to keep this fact in mind but I really don't worry about it too much about it.
Yes, my weedy garden is likely a topic of conversation of my neighbors to the left of me.
Yes, our construction site mess might be a topic of conversation to the neighbors on the right of me.
Just do what I do.
Avert your eyes.
You don't like it?