Our first day of starting to move our stuff in here, we met the lady next door. There are only two residences here, behind our locked gate, and we’re on 38 acres. We’re not sure how far away the neighbors even are, but they reared their ugly heads in the form of She stopping in here and without preamble, spat out, “Are you the new neighbors? Good! I have a BIG problem.” And then launched into the Grievous Problem of the gate being left open.

Frankly, it was the first time we’d left the gate open—the propane guy was coming to fill our tank. It wasn’t like we were letting an army in. Landlord had told us it was a kind of issue, and we respected that. But we ARE moving, and the effing gate takes forever to unlock. A Hummer couldn’t get through that gate. So we leave a note. “Quick Trip”. Granted, the doctor appointment took longer than we’d thought, but when we have a carload of birds, we don’t want to be farting around with the damn gate. We made a Quick Trip. Sue us.

We get home this evening, and they’d written the date and time on our “Quick Trip” note. I’m not sure what that was meant to accomplish. Well, it accomplished me writing this post is what it did. So this note proves that we left the gate open for more than just a “Quick Trip”—cuz we got home at 6 with the last of the macaws and tiels. They musta been right behind us though, I would've thought we left at some point after noon, and the note was designated 12:41.

So I ask you. After discovering these people have a SECOND gate up at their residence, just how paranoid can a person be? (And I thought *I* was paranoid!)

Tags: hellish neighbors
Mood: amused