I have a dilemma. And before I even get started, it just occurred to me that it might only be a dilemma because that is how I’m viewing it. hmmmmm.
OK. So I’ll say, I have a situation that I’m viewing at the moment as a dilemma. OK
I have new neighbors behind my house. Actually they’re not moving in until August but they’re already doing things. A few months ago they had a few trees culled. Rotten trees I heard from the tree cutters. But gradually the tree cutting effort expanded. Slowly. Maybe 2-3 trees a week until one day they were all gone. I had to keep reminding myself that this really was none of my business–but I definitely had opinions. And I was sharing those with anyone who listened.
By no the yard was left with no trees but huge rhododendron shrubs–huge because they were OLD. Probably 10-12 feet in height. I don’t need to say it, but they were beautiful. And by now, I am speechless. Because the rhododendron was ripped from the ground–with a big back hoe.
The next thing, a bulldozer is out there for one solid week, pushing around huge mounds of red clay. Thrusting forward for a bit, and then backing up–with the attendant beep beep beep–all day long. OK. I’m still trying to keep my heart and mind open. Yeah, I had thoughts that ran along the lines of–“how could they do this w/o even living in the house for a while? How could they destroy that wonderful wildlife habitat for critters and birds?” And finally, “Why would they want to look down into my back yard, rather than into a semi-forest vista?”
There’s a part of me that’s going, “How can I fix this?” I can’t re-forest the ground. I can’t reconstruct the eco system. But is there anything I can do to regain a semblance of privacy.
So I thought about that. I thought about how I could buy and plant leyland cypress. They grow quickly–in 3-4 years they’d be a good screen. But I started calculating and realized that it would probably cost over $750 which I don’t have…and then I thought–and this is where the dilemma is escalating because I’m thinking stuff like “Why should I–big I–have to pay to restore something THEY destroyed?”
Do you see where this is going? I’m getting bitchy and little minded. Because not only am I thinking that I shouldn’t have to do it but I’m also wondering what I can do to make the yard so unattractive that they’re not going to WANT to look at it.
My son has lots of old junker car parts kicking around. Engines and bodies and stuff like that. He said I could have them, but he lives in WV. Yesterday while the dirt devas were weeding, we discussed it. I’m thinking about weaving cloth through the chain link fence–butd I really don’t have cloth that I’d want to sacrifice for this purpose. One of the dirt devas suggested we garden topless. Topless is legal here in Asheville, within the city limits. That’s still a possibility.
But the best idea yet–and I have to give credit where credit is due–came from my brilliant sister who suggested going to Goodwill and purchasing a huge volume of large large bras–as in 48 DDD–and the largest pairs of women’s under ware I can find–oh, and yes, huge xxxxxll jockey shorts. Then, after washing of course, hang them on the clothes line and leave them there.
I don’t know. It’s funny and they’d probably hate looking out their rear windows–problem is I would find it pretty aesthetically unpleasing myself.
OK. That’s almost all for now. Except for this sudden realization. In the simple act of writing this down, expressing my angst/anger and sending it out into cyber space, the whole situation now seems absurd and almost meaningless. I notice I’m able to shrug my shoulders and cock my head with an “And so?” attitude (which translates as “so what”). But I’ve got to tell you, I can’t help grinning thinking about the undergarment scenario.
Nothing has changed in the minutes this took to write. But I’m hoping someone will have a solution that I’ve overlooked.