The family renting next door has moved away. The little boy who lived there said he would be very sad moving away from the clowns. That is hilarious because in the year we been here he has never said a word to us.
We hear the owner of the place was not so pleasant and we found that out when he came over and demanded we remove all gardening-ness from his property. That means everything to the right (in his mind) had to go. The reality is that he has a crappy slightly fallen fence that he refuses to take down even tho mother nature has partly done that job for him. This fence only lines up a few feet from his house. So there's an argument to be made that our garden is still on our side...
Nonetheless we are happy to chat with his grumpy self and he won't have it.
I gave him the stinkeye because he was rude to the Inn Keeper here.
This guy was playing with fire in that respect.
Olive and I guard the Inn Keeper fiercely.
His plan, now that the fam moved out, is to fix the house up and sell it so he can go bring his version of sunshine to Arizona.
(Sorry Arizona. I know your state is already packed with total tools).
Looks like this fence is about to go after all. Anyway, let's keep trying to get along y'all. Tear down the fences!
