>>Well, it just baffles me why someone would be so funny about stuff like that but I suppose they are equally baffled about me being so relaxed about it. <g>
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>>Now... I must confess that I've had to hold myself back from taking an empty fertilizer spreader some week and walking around once a night, every night, just to see what happens. *evil grin* Pretend I'm doing something to my lawn to drive him crazy. <g>
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>Doug,
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>You've got a wicked streak in you.< bg >

George,

I know.... God still loves me but I must confess the thought is at this point just too juicy to let go of. <g>

I mean, we're talking anal here with respect to my neighbor. Oh, he's a nice enough fellow but he really is focused on his lawn.

One day, last year, he extended some poured concrete curbing out in front of his house. He had a load of topsoil delivered and it sat for a couple weeks. Well, if Utah is known for anything it's that there are LOTS of kids, per capita. Lessee.. Dirt... Kids.. + bicycles.. What do YOU think happened? Kid + bike over mound of dirt, right? Doesn't take a particularly bright individual to figure that out. Well, I was walking my attack poodle (can't let her do her thing on his lawn - we stop and turn around) and he was outside yelling and hollering (to no one in particular) about the *^*&%^&^ kids who broke one of his sprinkler heads. I finally had had enough and told im something to the effect, "If it's that big a deal I'll buy you a new sprinkler head. Kids are more important than that," or something like that. Karol reminded me about this just last night. <g> He stopped and looked at me like I was crazy but it shut him up. <g>

He's going to give himself a stroke for goodness sakes....

Of course, when his dad comes and visits it's apparent where all this comes from. Sits on a chair in the open garage door yelling at the kids.

Pretty sad in my book. Why not just enjoy them being kids; finding joy in a pile of dirt. <g> Personally, I have very fond memories of digging in a sand pile with my late son when he was around 4-5, hiding toy men and making truck & car trails. Cave ins and all that.. <g> Man, to have the ability to find simple joy in the little things of life, eh?

Best,

DD