While I’m Bitchin’
You know, most folks enjoy the little ‘neck-in-the-woods’ that they call home to the point of keeping it reasonably neat.
Granted, this is not always possible due to sickness or infirmity; but most will find a way to conform to an aesthetic neighborhood. Regrettably, this is not the case with all homeowners.
At least, almost weekly, each home in our particular neighborhood is deluged with advertising pamphlets, weekly newspapers, and even the latest edition of telephone directories, either attached to our mailbox posts or simply thrown into the driveway or yards.
We do not have house delivery for our mail, and are required to make the daily trek to our street-side mailbox to receive the important catalogs and all the the past-due notices from the utility companies. What better time for gathering the trash in our yards and disposing of it into our trash containers or either into the recycle bins.
A couple of months ago, every home in our neighborhood received a plastic bag containing three (3), newly printed, directories from our friendly telephone company. These bags were simply thrown into the driveways at every home. Within two or three days, every one of the bags had been either carried into the homes or dispatched to the trash containers with the exception of one home.
The second or third week since the directories were delivered, the bags and newspapers remained in the driveway at this one home. There was no telling how many times these items had been run over with the automobile entering and exiting that driveway.
The months of October and November are the usual times when most homeowners manicure their lawns and puts them to bed for the winter.
When finished with this chore, their lawn equipment is generally stored somewhere in back of the homes. Not so, at this particular home. For several weeks, either a push mower or a riding mower,along with a gas can, was parked directly in front of the house, some 20-30 feet from the street.
To add insult to injury, a colorful quilt or blanket was thrown over the machines. When a stiff wind happened to blow this cover off, it remained on the ground adjacent to the mower for the same length of time.
I usually take my dog, (Th’ Bear), for his walk every morning. On one occasion when I performed this task, I noticed that the directories had at last been removed from the driveway at this home. Instead, there was a bag of trash that someone had scattered in the street in front of the same home that remained there for another several days. AND: The mower(s) were still parked in the same place.
Demijon
Apparently pride in home ownership was not in these folk’s vocabulary. Dj.
