Mending Fences (Not)
On February 24th, we had a strangely windy day which made Dallas resemble Lubbock — very dusty and hazy. As a result of the wind that day, our neighbors had their fence nearly blow down.
In the days and weeks that followed, we watched as they used mops and other such things to prop the fence up and keep it from falling. On a couple of occasions, the fence leaned over onto our property. Each time, I would push it back in their direction.
After a few weeks of frustration, I finally called the Homeowners Association and complained. The HOA let me know that a letter would be sent out this week. I’m presuming that a letter was received just yesterday, actually.
Well, tonight in Dallas we had another storm with lots of wind. As Suzanne and I were watching the wind out one of our 2nd story windows, she heard a noise. Sure enough, the fence had taken another bad turn. This time, it slammed into our garage wall, unseating a utility box. It also pinned one of our Crepe Mirtle’s to the ground — basically dealing it a potential fatal blow.
As the storm raged, I decided I could not let the fence continue to slam into our house and went out to push it back onto their side. The fence was water-logged and just slightly too heavy for me to push over myself. So with Suzanne’s help, I was able to push it back over.
A few minutes later, the wind swept it back up and over onto our side. This time, one of its segments broke loose. I went back out again and pushed the fence back onto their side and this time I delivered the broken segment to the neighbor’s front sidewalk. I also delivered a broken Crepe Mirtle branch there as well.
I was trying to send the neighbors a message. This issue has been there for 4 1/2 weeks and now our property is being damaged. That’s not okay. These neighbors have been unfriendly since day one, so I didn’t feel too bad about the passive aggressive statement. Apparently respect for property is not core to their culture; wherever they are from.
We noted that the car normally parked along the sidewalk was not there during the storm, so we knew there would be discovery sometime soon. And at 10pm, it happened. I had debated earlier in the night whether I would confront my neighbor tonight or at some other time. I couldn’t help myself, so when he returned home, I was outside within seconds.
He seemed remorseful, but lied to me saying that he had only been aware of the problem for 2 1/2 weeks. Apparently, he and his wife must not talk since on Sunday February 25th, his wife planted new flowers and both Suzanne and I saw her approach and examine the broken fence. Further, they’ve been propping the thing up for over 3 weeks now.
I’m not sure how this is going to end, but I’m sure it won’t end with us all having dinner together. Suzanne and I always strive to be good neighbors and that’s all we want in return. Unfortunately, not every set of neighbors feels the same way. We’ll see what happens next. Hopefully, they’ll fix the fence and give us some consideration for the damage they’ve done.