I've been half meaning to write about the backyard fence, half waiting from some acknowledgement. When the winter storm whipped through our neighborhood, it took down about 30 ft of our backyard fence that's shared with our neighbors.
Short digression - why on earth would anyone construct fences with wood landscape timbers rather than metal poles? Oh yeah, cheap bastards.
Second digression - why on earth would a subdivision select an impossible to hunt down paint stain and adopt it as the official stain of all resident's fences?!
So, the storm and our fence. Two of the timbers snapped at the ground causing the fence to all but fall flat. Definitely not secure for our pint size terrors. Every time I let Shooter and Stella out, they ran to the back of the yard and went for a visit in the neighbor's turf. No way were they going to be able to stay back there once the snow melted and we had to go back to work. We'd seen so our neighbors had to as well, right? We gave it a few days thinking maybe they would come over. Nope. I convince Bo we'll be the better neighbors and acknowledge it first.
We trudge through the snow and they politely say "Oh yeah we were going to come over and see what you wanted to do about it...we'll be happy to split the cost with you...we have no idea how to fix it though...blah blah blah." Well, day goes by and neighbor takes no initiative. Realizing we both had to go back to work come Monday, we call local guy to come fix it. Let me tell you hired help - Redneck Construction - ain't cheap. Fence fixed.
Proud of ourselves for remedying the situation so quickly, we head to work and wait. Wait for our neighbors to come over and thank us with a side offer to fork over some cash. I bet you saw this coming - nothing. Not so much as a slight thank you when you come home and we're out working in our front yard?? Could we be more available? Come on!
I had higher expectations for the folks out in Weatherford. Being out of the city, I assumed people still held on to that southern hospitality. Seems not. My neighbor's are forcing me to make a mental list of these unpleasant situations. So is my grudge worse now than an anonymous letter because I know who the offenders are?
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