Thursday, April 26, 2012
DH has been obsessing over our lawn. Apparently there are three kinds of grass in it, and he wants to get rid of them all and start over. He has killed off about a quarter of the backyard to start the process.
Last Wednesday, he was talking to our neighbor about it. The strip of grass next to her driveway that is adjacent to ours has zoysia† in it, so he asked her if she would mind if he redid that strip himself, including cost and labor. She flipped out saying her lawn was fine, and she pays good money for a lawn service, etc. He tried to backpedal, but once she got mad, she didn't hear anything he was saying.
The next morning there was a note on our front door. It basically said that she couldn't believe he had the gall to complain about her yard when she's had to look at our brown grass in our backyard for a few weeks. She said she's going to put up a fence* so she doesn't have to look at it or our tacky plastic patio furniture.
I told DH he should go talk to her and let her know he didn't mean to offend her, her grass does look great, and not to worry about it. He said he wasn't going to say anything to her unless it was two words (which I will refrain from repeating here - this is a family blog, you know).
So Friday afternoon, the phone rang while the girls were down for their naps. It was the neighbor. She was calling to apologize to Rob for overreacting. I thanked her, and told her not to worry about it.
When DH got home, I told him about it, and Saturday when he was out working in the yard, she stopped by and talked to him in person. As far as I'm concerned, it's water under the bridge. Not so sure the same can be said for DH. But we don't talk to her much anyway, so hopefully it won't be an issue. Have you ever had trouble with your neighbor? Did everything work out or is it a hostile zone?
† Zoysia is a type of grass that takes over like crazy, and most people don't like it. Unfortunately, it spreads really easily and (apparently) can blow through the air several blocks.
*Our backyard and the four houses south of us do not have fences. It's kind of nice, like a giant football field. We've discussed putting up a fence, and someday when we get a dog, we probably will, but for now, we enjoy the open space.
Posted by Not Just Another Jennifer at 7:00 AM