Nitty~Gritty

Tuesday, March 16, 2004

I just went outside to grab the paper when I saw the sign. SOLD. My neighbors house sold which means I don't get to tease the prospective home buyers anymore. I was having quite a fun time when they'd come visit. My office looks out the front so I see the cars pull up with their realator usually driving. Smiles of curiosity on their faces. Sometimes I'd go outside and "water the flowers" or "get something from the car" just to take a better look. I know this in nosey and rude but I really didn't want the neighborhood to become one big frat house. We live so close to the university that a lot of rich parents like buying houses for their ungrateful kids while they're in school. Personally, I prefer a professor taking residence there. You can pick your friends but you can't pick you neighbors so I tried to stear the seedy ones in another direction. Is it wrong? Once there were three college age kids checking out the backyard when spirited toddler and I were out there getting dirty with the hose. They peeked over and I said, "you can live there as long as you don't mind crying at 5am" Of course, without having kids, they didn't know what I was talking about. One group of guys smiled at me when out of nowhere, I blurted out "just to let you know, if you decide to move in, you'll be living next to the Vice President of the Homeowners Association" Scaring them with my title just made them laugh and humilated me. There also was this strange woman who looked like she had way too many cats so I pulled cute hubby into my web of deceit by making him play fight with me so she'd think...."hum, I don't want to live next to a couple who screams all the time." That one was fun but we kept laughing so I don't think it worked. She's been back twice now. One person who did look at the house was one of cute hubbys friends who I've always found attractive so I told cute hubby that if he moved in next door, we'd have to move because I couldn't be trusted. Well, I don't want to move so we discouraged him by saying the previous owner chain smoked and had prostitutes over a lot. This one did work. One day, as I was carying in groceries, my curiosity got the best of me. With spirited toddler two steps behind, I peeked through the window. Well, wouldn't you know it, a cute 20 something couple and their realator pulled up at that moment. They didn't even get out of their car. I wanted to run and say, "wait come back, I want you to move it." but I hate running. Damn, I let them get away. So now the waiting begins until moving day. On that day, I may get out a lawn chair and just watch all day.

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#1 16 March 2004 - 07:08

I used to live in a neighborhood in St. Louis where everyone watched when the new folks moved in. This included the neighborhood thiefs.

We were told to expect a burglary in the first week or so. It didn't happen--I like to think it was because they had a chance to see our stuff as we moved it in.