My friendly neighbors have decided to put up a tall wooden fence where their short see-through metal fence once stood, and it’s bumming me out.
I like to stop and chat with them when they sit outside and sun bathe, drink beer or just tinker around the yard like people do. Plus, the husband is a handyman, so I ask him all kinds of dumb questions a first-time home owner has.
Do I need to worry about a crack on my kitchen wall?
Can I just ignore this leak in the basement?
Will you help me get this massive bourbon barrel couch downstairs?
I feel like I won’t see them as often as I do now, unless I walk my ass around to the front when I hear music out back. He suggested cutting a hole large enough for a beer to pass through, and I’m all for it.
In other news, he’s building me a fence for the other side of my back yard … so my dog will finally be able to run free. And I’ll be able to set up a permanent Flip Cup table.