hollydolly
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That's my dream...to live with no neighbours closer than at least 1/2 a mile....
Good neighbours? bad Neighbours? Tell your neighbours stories
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Cornhusker
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I like it out here.
8 miles to the nearest pavement, and any neighbors of consequence live to the west and then south.
North it's 7 miles to the nearest dwelling, to the east, probably 20+ miles and the south probably 7 or 8.
Living out here on dirt roads isn't for everybody, but I'll stay here as long as I can.
hollydolly
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that's the joy of living in a HUGE country compared to a tiny overcrowded one....
KSav
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I think I shared this in one of the meme-focused threads, but I had to re-post it after reading this!
KSav
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We had a nice neighbor once do us a super-kind favor that was just so, so well timed. We'd flown out of Reno to go back East for Christmas, and the entire trip there and back was such a nightmare. I was racing to finish up an assignment and was still working in the hotel the night before. I ended up dropping it off at a Fed Ex box when we (finally) got to Atlanta.
Then we got stuck on the runway in Reno for three full hours because of fog. This was the ONE time, out of all the many, many times we flew with the kids, that I did not pack them each a little backpack full of snacks, inexpensive toys and games, and such, to help keep them occupied. It was a very miserable three hours. We ended up in Atlanta with three cranky, starving, tired kids (my son was only about 2) and had missed our connecting flight, etc.—most people have been through this.
When we flew back to Reno, there had been a significant snowstorm, and we had to dig our car out of the hotel parking lot using a tiny shovel the front desk very kindly provided us. Then we drove three hours home, exhausted, knowing we wouldn't be able to pull into our driveway and aware that we had no snowblower.
We got to our street, and found that iur next-door neighbor, knowing we were due to arrive home, had cleared our driveway with his snowblower. It was so kind of him. In addition to our profuse thanks, my ex brought him a case of good beer.
Then we got stuck on the runway in Reno for three full hours because of fog. This was the ONE time, out of all the many, many times we flew with the kids, that I did not pack them each a little backpack full of snacks, inexpensive toys and games, and such, to help keep them occupied. It was a very miserable three hours. We ended up in Atlanta with three cranky, starving, tired kids (my son was only about 2) and had missed our connecting flight, etc.—most people have been through this.
When we flew back to Reno, there had been a significant snowstorm, and we had to dig our car out of the hotel parking lot using a tiny shovel the front desk very kindly provided us. Then we drove three hours home, exhausted, knowing we wouldn't be able to pull into our driveway and aware that we had no snowblower.
We got to our street, and found that iur next-door neighbor, knowing we were due to arrive home, had cleared our driveway with his snowblower. It was so kind of him. In addition to our profuse thanks, my ex brought him a case of good beer.
hollydolly
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LOL...I could do that.... I'm sorely tempted....I think I shared this in one of the meme-focused threads, but I had to re-post it after reading this!
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When I married we lived in a flat. The neighbour once got mad at me because she said she heard a click when she slept, when we stepped on a threshold to walk to the kitchen. I said: Weird isn't it how the walls here are so thin. Then she got very mad and threatened to call the police and I remembered that my ex had said that there was something wrong with her and just walked away. She also complained to her other neighbour that she heard his cat's bell when he walked.
When we moved out she came and made coffee for us and said I was the best neighbour she ever had lol. Oh that was also because she wanted our house, but her sister had to arrange to see it and she was bossy and my ex was allergic to bossy women cause his mother was a domineering bitch who beat him up, so he said no and then I said: Let them come. I'll just be there to show them around.
When we moved out she came and made coffee for us and said I was the best neighbour she ever had lol. Oh that was also because she wanted our house, but her sister had to arrange to see it and she was bossy and my ex was allergic to bossy women cause his mother was a domineering bitch who beat him up, so he said no and then I said: Let them come. I'll just be there to show them around.
Growing up neighbors like the location were a temporary thing because we moved so often. During our child rearing years we lived on our farm and enjoyed the privacy that came with that. Since our home on the farm was at the center of one side of the property but the terrain with our home set back from the road was almost secluded.
Now in our retirement years we live in town in a quiet neighborhood, and I would say that we have very good neighbors. One neighbor has two growing boys and are exceptionally well behaved and a joy to be around. Another neighbor is a widow living alone and I feel an obligation to watch out for her. She enjoys tending to her yard, garden and flowers. I make it a practice to mow the grass in the large part of her lot behind her home. She says she can do it, and probably would, but I could see that it was very tiring for her. Our agreement is that I mow the backyard and she mows the front lawn and around her flower gardens.
When we first started this arrangement she didn't want to be obligated, I completely respect and admire that quality. My response to her was that my Bible tells me to care for the widows in our church. She accepts that and we have a great friendship. I call her my back yard buddy, and she knows that we love her dearly. She sometimes asks for a small favor and I welcome her to do so at anytime. She really makes great brownies, and grows some of best broccoli to be found.
Now in our retirement years we live in town in a quiet neighborhood, and I would say that we have very good neighbors. One neighbor has two growing boys and are exceptionally well behaved and a joy to be around. Another neighbor is a widow living alone and I feel an obligation to watch out for her. She enjoys tending to her yard, garden and flowers. I make it a practice to mow the grass in the large part of her lot behind her home. She says she can do it, and probably would, but I could see that it was very tiring for her. Our agreement is that I mow the backyard and she mows the front lawn and around her flower gardens.
When we first started this arrangement she didn't want to be obligated, I completely respect and admire that quality. My response to her was that my Bible tells me to care for the widows in our church. She accepts that and we have a great friendship. I call her my back yard buddy, and she knows that we love her dearly. She sometimes asks for a small favor and I welcome her to do so at anytime. She really makes great brownies, and grows some of best broccoli to be found.