Hot, Humid and sticky
is the theme here down south with storms almost every day in the afternoons, my grass is higher than it should be and I am too damn lazy to cut it ,which bugs my anal neighbors next door who cut their grass at least three times a week, swear they do no lie!

The grass thing is sorta funny, my neighbor C___, and I have not had the best of relations.
When I moved into the house I now own, I was a renter,,, dread to the established homeowners!! It was three fags in Suburbia, me, my then lover,(now ex), and my best friend Rick. We move in on a bright beautiful day in June 1998. One day Rick decided that the lady of the house before us was not the best of house keepers and he wanted to clean the kitchen floor. So what does a homo do, turn on the stereo,, (I think it was Fleetwood Mac, or Mariah Scary) and get the Clorox out and scrub the nasty kitchen floor that obviously had never been 'properly' cleaned. I wasn't home for this fun, but Rick told me that he used way too much clorox and had to open up the windows to air out everything. So, Mariah is screaming in the background, mind it was a Sat afternoon, when a knock at the door comes. The police. Madam, your music is too loud, Rick went ballistic, what???? So, he proceeds to tell the officer to come back after 10:00pm and if it is too loud then he would cut it down. Officer complys as the music really could not be heard that good with my cheapass stereo system and goes off to more important things. I come home, hear the story and just caution Rick to stay cool with the neighbors, he does, it is my ex the next time, Police again at the door, telling him this is the second complaint,, third means a fine. Now my ex. his music taste was more rappish stuff and I am sure that it could be annoying but really, again it was daytime and the music he assured me was not that loud, when the cops showed up it was not even on at the time, which they did note. So, I come home, hear the 2nd cop story and proceed to walk to the neighbors for a talk.
Not really a happy camper I proceed to tell C____ that I didn't know where she was from, but here in the south we don't call cops on our neighbors unless there is gunfire or massive mayhem, we get up off of our BIG ASSES and walk the 25ft to said neighbors door and ask politely if they can be quieter or something. Especially BEFORE calling the cops!!!
So, it was my turn next, and my music taste is rather bizzare so the music playing at the time was William Orbit I believe, sorta trippy sounding I guess. The doorbell rings, dogs barkin like crazy as I manuever to the front door to find C___ looking all perturbed. Screaming, "I have migraines, and that music is knocking the knick knacks off of my walls"" I held back from laughing, and told her that if that was the case my crystal in MY CHINA cabinet would all be broke by now and I would think about moving the speakers to the otherside of the house,,,, which I did do,, trying to be the ever good neighbor. Rick was ready to slash tires and bash in mailboxes by this time, I just wanted to be a good neighbor with no problems,,, because I decided to buy the house.
Back to the grass being high, She called the Grass Nazis on me once when I let the yard get alittle to wild, which was on purpose as I was trying to grow wildflowers in the backyard.. so I started my spirals. I cut the grass in a labyrinth, for meditation and because if the grass nazis come back, I will scream discrimination!! This grass path is part of my religious right to worship how I please in my yard with nature if I want,,,, and a way to disarm myself from the fuss created by my neighbors constant whining. A peaceful respite.
The neighbor obviously was ticked when I did finally buy the house, but I was in heaven, a yard of my own. And I started landscaping, as a pagan would do, with Trees.
I could not afford a fence, so I planted trees, specifically on ONE side of the house,, right down the middle between us, knowing that leyland cyprus would make a good fence one day. I worked my ass off, all alone digging holes and planting the trees, stopping only to have a beer, or two or three.. so the straight line of trees got alittle crooked there for a bit, but still looked good. I thought anyway. So, one day I come home and see all of these pink little flags between my house and the soundsensitive neighbors house. I walk around looking, and they are survey flags,, " Are they moving?? " I thought, No, because the flags were only between our houses, not her whole yard. Strange I thought,,, but hey,,,, I got an extra Two FEET of land between where I planted and the property line. i knew that, but just to let them know I was aware of the extra land I went out and dug up one tree and moved it directly on the line, so it sticks out and is noticable but hey,, she was the one who thought I planted the trees on Her land,,,,, LOL

Fences make good neighbors.