They moved. The ones who threw beer bottles in the yard along with trash. Put mattresses on their sides in the driveway for some odd reason. Had oodles of people staying over all the time and loud parties full of drink and whatever else they were imbibing.
Didn’t have their grass mowed. And when they did, they had whoever did it leave a strip of tall grass just to the right of where this property ends, which looked stupid. But I’m sure proved their point that they thought I was a persnickity neighbor because I had occasion to call the mayor’s office several times. And was there way of thumbing their nose at me.
Yes, the whole thing teased me quite a bit. One day they would have a U-Haul truck back into the driveway, and I’d get my hopes up. Only to find that they were “unloading” things instead of taking things away. Shoot.
Weeks later, a furniture store truck would pull up and unload all kinds of furniture in boxes. Hmm. Didn’t seem promising for me and the other neighbors. For why would you have new furniture brought into a house that you might be vacating? Or so I hoped.
Then finally, a big Mayflower truck was in front of their house one morning. When no one was out there besides the movers, I asked if they were moving in or out. They said they were moving out. Still, I didn’t get my hopes up.
The Mayflower truck was there from early morning till after dark. My, how much stuff could be in that small house?
I waited for them to leave. For two weeks after the Mayflower truck left, about three SUV’s stayed overnight. What were they sleeping on, I wondered? Was this yet another false hope on my part? For kids, they sure drove fine cars, I’ll tell you. Infinity SUV’s aren’t cheap.
As you can see it isn’t a terrible house at all. It has possibility. Just needs some loving care.
Finally, finally, they left one day and didn’t return. I still waited on pins and needles, reluctant to get my hopes up.
Last week there was a man there in a red truck. The natural gas guy was there I presumed to hook things up. I went out and called to the man from the red truck after the utility guy left. I asked if he was moving in. He said no, he’d been hired to oversee the house and get tenants back in there. A property manager from a real estate firm.
I said: “Well, I beg of you, please get better tenants than this bunch was.”
He told me the owners of the house live in California and have no idea what goes on here. Well, that was patently obvious. I filled him in on the many details of their exploits. He gave me his card and said that he likes to find one neighbor around the property he oversees to be his eyes and ears. I was happy to be that person. I took his card and put it on my fridge under a magnet.
He said there would have to be a lot of cleaning up and fixing of the house. They had already had it painted before they left. The man said that the good news was that most likely they couldn’t do worse than the renters who’d aggravated us all so. Me for just over a year. The other neighbors, for six to seven years. The neighbor on the other side of them, I heard, got so tired of them they sold their house at a loss just to get away. Sad, isn’t it?
So right now it is quiet over there. The sun is shining today. The dogs aren’t barking at every car and person that is right outside my window in their driveway because they are finally gone. Abi has calmed somewhat on the Prozac, though she still barks when I’m on the phone.
Now if I can just get my foot in shape, things may be looking up in my little neck of the woods.