My closet neighbor is 40 acres away. I make all the noise, smoke, and piles of wood that I want. The neighbors are nice though.
You betcha, but I had to work many years and put up with a lot of stress to get there. It was worth it.
My boys just got home from the neighbors, (single lady in her 50s or so) she had family over to make cookies. Boys came home full and happy. She is about the nicest neighbor one could ask for. I try to help her out whenever I can but she's fiercely independent. My other neighbor across the road takes me perch fishing. (he's a fishing machine, his nickname is "30-35"- if you see him on the lake and say "hey Tony how many ya got?" he'll say "oh, 30-35") I just figure that's the way it should be, neighbors have to watch out for one another. After all, we're all we've got and we're all in this together, right?
it was bologna making day at the neighbors. They are both in their 70's and been married 50 odd years. I was thrilled they let the boys help and made them feel important too. I hate my house but don't think I could find any better neighbors.
Nice to read that Keith. Treating others the way we'd like to get treated seems to work really well. Maybe it'll catch on...
Uh oh.. Some new neighbors moved into the house on the other side of us.. Only time will tell.. It has been vacant since we bought this place in March.. At least I still have the worlds best neighbor which is the closer one..
I only have one neighbor, and they're directly across the street. We don't talk, they won't wave most of the time (he never will, she might if he's not looking), and I couldn't count on then for anything. At least they maintain their home and yard. On the other hand, I don't say anything about their smoky outdoor fires(complete with trash sometimes), their wandering dog, or their other odd behaviors (obvious doobie cruises), and they don't say anything about my guns, chainsaws, wood hoard, etc. A near perfect relationship.
Sounds a little like our neighbors, thankfully. Everyone does their own thing and, while all we've met have been very nice, we all mind our own biz.
Dogs love structure and confinement. I tell my dogs to get in the cage and they go open the door themselves, go in an lie down, and don't come out til I say ok, even with the door open. They even go in the cage without being told to.
This is my perfect neighbor. One that you cannot hear nor see. Even if they are a good neighbor. I just don't want to see or hear them. More of an isolationist. We live on an acre now and our house is on the road. My wife wants to live in a neighborhood. Not going to happen. I grew up in this house, and our closest neighbor was across the street. A developer bought the land behind us which resulted in three houses. I've had very unkind words with the guy that lives directly behind us. Thankfully I've not seen him since. Just down the road where my cousin lives, there is 10 acres for sale. Unfortunately right now is not a good time. Not the 40+ I'd prefer, but better than the 1 acre. Hopefully things will change before it sells. Jason from RI
Thanks Dennis! You generally see what your are looking for, I try looking for the positives. Prolly why I don't watch the news or read the paper, life is so much more pleasant that way.
Amen! I remember working for a company and my boss was always bitching at people (thankfully not me) because all he ever saw was something wrong. I tried to tell him once about seeing what you look for but it went right over his head. Quite naturally, most of the people hated him.
Yea, thats a pretty chitty existence, tough to be around people like that. I always think that if I could somehow covey the idea of positivity and self contentment, they would be shocked by the changes that would follow. I'm by no means a pro at it, and I have to consciously work at it everyday, especially since growing up with a lot of pessimists! I don't push the idea though, I'm an introvert that occasionally has to play the role of extrovert for work.
It's been almost a couple years since my great neighbors at the lake sold and I got new neighbors. I properly introduced myself and offered any assistance right off the get go. Told them I would help out anyway I could all that stuff. The guys wife never even came out of the bedroom to say Hello; warning flag number one. Anyway, they are a bit younger and nothing but a couple of drunks. That's fine, it's their retirement, I understand that. But when I started counting the number of times I was awoken by a couple of loud SOB's coming home from their nightly trip to the bar and stopped counting between 2-3 dozen, well, lets say that my favorite place to be is now not so nice. As far as talking to them, they just don't get it and might be good for one or two nights, then it's back to normal...everybody loves a drunk, right? After a couple dozen 12:30-1:30 wake up calls, I decided to return the favor by starting my lawn mowing or wood splitting chores early. And by that, I mean between 7:00-8:00, instead of waiting till afternoon. Seems their dogs like it! C'mon, liver disease!!
