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 our 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.
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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 our 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.
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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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Messy
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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.
Here's a neighbor war I've been watching for probably six years, they live just a few miles from me and I dive down their road a couple times a week. I'm not sure what started it but the guy on the left cut down the trees between the houses and then started piling up stuff along the property line, obviously to harass the other neighbor. It's an always changing assortment of crap for maximum eyesore, ladders, trucks, tires, brush, flags, post, signs, etc., I get a kick out of seeing what's new.
Personally I could never hold on to anger that long, either something incredibly offensive happened or the one guy is just a nut job.
Personally I could never hold on to anger that long, either something incredibly offensive happened or the one guy is just a nut job.
KSav
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So am I! I've actually been debating for a long time whether to pursue a digital nomad visa. Unfortunately, none of the UK countries offer them, although I'm still searching for a way to do a short-term stay somewhere. As long as I have a laptop and an internet connection, I can work anywhere.LOL...I could do that.... I'm sorely tempted....
You might appreciate this, @hollydolly; I found an Airbnb in Scotland that is a former war bunker. It's perfect! I could hide away and work and then pop outdoors for some fresh air and culture when I like. I can post or DM you the URL if you like.
Sliverfox
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Living on a rural road about mile from town works for us.
Never see the one neighbor, across the street both of that couple work.
Plenty of space serapes us from folks that live in a refortified mobile home.
Only thing we complain about are the noisy vehicles.
Seems we no sooner go bed than..........VROOOMMMMMM!
Never see the one neighbor, across the street both of that couple work.
Plenty of space serapes us from folks that live in a refortified mobile home.
Only thing we complain about are the noisy vehicles.
Seems we no sooner go bed than..........VROOOMMMMMM!
hollydolly
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hollydolly
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Another short story..
In the house (another married quarter) after the apartment.. this time we were billetted on an RAF camp.... the neighbour over the back was a woman , her husband and 4 year old son
She was a very quiet type of woman..a slim timid mouse.... is the best way to describe her. Her husband who was in the RAF..but only as a stores person.. was a hugely overweight unkempt man.. who always looked like he was bursting out of his uniform... this was a shock to me because the Royal Navy personel were always immaculate
It didn''t take me long to notice that wherever this lady walked she left white dust behind her..or where she;d been standing.
Come to discover she was absolutely addicted to covering herself in Talcum powder... so as soon as she walked anywhere this talc would be billowing out beneath or behind her...
I have a theory that was terrified of looking sweaty like her husband.. but who knows where the truth lay
In the house (another married quarter) after the apartment.. this time we were billetted on an RAF camp.... the neighbour over the back was a woman , her husband and 4 year old son
She was a very quiet type of woman..a slim timid mouse.... is the best way to describe her. Her husband who was in the RAF..but only as a stores person.. was a hugely overweight unkempt man.. who always looked like he was bursting out of his uniform... this was a shock to me because the Royal Navy personel were always immaculate
It didn''t take me long to notice that wherever this lady walked she left white dust behind her..or where she;d been standing.
Come to discover she was absolutely addicted to covering herself in Talcum powder... so as soon as she walked anywhere this talc would be billowing out beneath or behind her...
I have a theory that was terrified of looking sweaty like her husband.. but who knows where the truth lay
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Sunkist
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It didn''t take me lng to notcie that wherever this lady walked she left white dust behind her..or where she;d been standing.
Come to discover she was absolutely addicted to covering herself in Talcum powder... so as soon as she walked anywhere this talc would be billowing out beneath or behind her...
I have a theory that was terrified of looking sweaty like her husband.. but who knows where the truth lay
KSav
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Yes, that's why I thought you would appreciate it!well as I'm Scottish I get first dibs on that..mwwwwwaahhhhaaaaa
jujube
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When it came to annoying neighbors, my sister once had a doozy of one years ago.
There was something a bit "off" about him, which I realize now probably was Autism, but he loved to leaf-blow his yard....4-6 hours a day. He would just walk around the yard blowing one leaf from one side to the other. Finally after months of that, he found a new pastime. He had a big piece of sheet metal he leaned against the back of his house and he sprayed it with the hose for hours a day. What a noise that was!
Finally, one day, he was gone.
There was something a bit "off" about him, which I realize now probably was Autism, but he loved to leaf-blow his yard....4-6 hours a day. He would just walk around the yard blowing one leaf from one side to the other. Finally after months of that, he found a new pastime. He had a big piece of sheet metal he leaned against the back of his house and he sprayed it with the hose for hours a day. What a noise that was!
Finally, one day, he was gone.
hollydolly
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perhaps someone helped him to be gone...lol
Messy
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When my kids were small the woman from upstairs often came whine or demand or she locked us up in the elevator to berate us. She told the kids they were only allowed to sing or play the flute, so I had to shush them the whole day. Please be quiet or that bitch comes to whine.
And we were almost always outside or with my parents to not bother neighbours, so she had no reason to whine. One day my son was so fed up wih me shusshing him that he yell sang like an imbecile with a fox suit on: SHUT UP NOW NOW NOW crazy hard. I just let him. I was fed up too. He said: She did allow us to sing.
I then looked for a house with no neighbours, but the only thing I could afford was one in someone's backyard that was so tiny, you couldn't even fit a couch in lol. Didn't do that.
We had a teenager that used to go around running a gas lawnmower all over the neighborhood.
On the sidewalks, streets, parking lots, never on the grass.
He had Autism. Either someone stopped him or they moved.
I felt bad for him and wondered where was someone to help him, but it was funny.