Friday, February 13, 2009

I'm messy

Well, I am....ask my old school buddy. My mom had to clean my room everytime I invited my friend home. Right? I just never grew out of it. I have my geneaology papers in the living room, on top of my sheep papers. I have most of my notebooks on the computer room floor. And, I have my old house papers on the couch, where the cats constantly lay on top of them. Sometimes they even slide under the couch.
I wouldn't mind so much....I live in the country. victorian old house is in town. I haven't lived in the city for over ten years. I's a constant battle to keep up with your neighbors. I would say the old phrase "Keep-up-with-the-Jones."But my neighbors ARE the Jones. Argh!
I now have the only messy yard on the block. OK so there are only four of us. There is one more house across the alley from me but they have a high wood fence around it. There is a big brown barking dog inside, who takes long sniffs in my direction, when I come close. I'm guessing the fence is to keep the dog inside....well, it could be to keep me outside too. Anyway. That yard isn't visible, so except for that one....I have the messiest yard.
Oh dear.
The lady behind me had her church group come and cut up her downed trees, stacking everything neatly near her house. The neighbor beside me, cut all the trees out of his yard....including the big one from my yard laying across his front yard. Then he neatly stacked all the evenly cut and measured firewood into exact piles according to wood type. AND....he raked his yard totally! How embarassing!
The lady across the street had a hired man there for five days. He tied the branches into neat bundles and stacked them on the side of the road.
My yard is still hip deep in oak branches too big for me to drag away. I told my contractor....I don't DO chain saws. He must have sawed enough branches to pull his truck in....I could tell because there are deep ruts where he got stuck. Oh dear, maybe that is why he wasn't there working. I did move what I could out of his way.....
But I still have a messy yard. The worst one on the street. The street looks even worse. All the wood that fell on main street is pushed in front....and I threw everything I could carry over the stone wall. So, it is laying there too. Not in neat stacks tied with bows....but in criss-crossed jumbles of branches and tree trunks woven together by chance.
The winter is not being kind to me. I'll get it right, one of these days.