The Alien In My Neighborhood... An Ongoing Saga

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Apparently, today is Moving Day (maybe I should say Moving Week) for the Alien and his family. The streets surrounding the neighborhood are congested with their workmen's trucks, moving trucks & vans, interior decorator's vehicles and more. It's been amusing to watch, really. So much pomp & circumstance that it's quite overwhelming at times, but always entertaining. It's also nearly impossible to leave home occasionally. This morning my circle drive was completely blocked at one end. Grrr...

The driveway happens to be part of an easement we share with the house he owns next door to us. So, apparently this is what easements are for. He has already been in a two year long battle over the easement with our neighbor on the other side of the house next to ours. We certainly do not want to go that route because we actually kind of like the guy and we prefer to be good neighbors. To a point. I certainly don't think it would be wise to let him run all over us either, but I'll hold my tongue for now. After all, it has been 6 years worth of this stuff and I think all of us in the neighborhood have been very tolerant. However, my tolerance is wearing thin.

It appears that it quite possibly might take the entire week for the moving process to be completed, by the way things look from here at least. The children's playhouse doesn't seem to be completed yet, but who knows? Tomorrow I might wake up and see that the kids are playing in it & hanging out of windows and swinging from the chandeliers. Surely the children's playhouse has chandeliers, wouldn't you think?

Honestly, don't get me wrong about all this. I want he & his family to be very happy in their new home. Really. I do. I just don't want to be a part of it. At all. Ever. We've been happy for the 21 years that we've lived here and our children have loved it. I hope their children will, as well. We are ready to move on soon and I just want to have a smaller place with no yard and a swimming pool. I feel ridiculous living close to a house of this titanic size. My tastes are not extravagant. I just want what I want and there is nothing in this life that will dissuade me. I'm a menopausal woman with a one track mind. In other words, don't screw with me or I might go totally postal on whatever poor person happens to do so. That makes me a rather scary neighbor to children, doesn't it? Hehehehehehe....

Oh, and they finished planting the bed that is directly next to where everyone stops at the stop sign and can't see oncoming cars. How nice of him! We can't see oncoming cars, but at least we have some lovely landscaping to keep us happy as we collide with oncoming cars. How thoughtful is that?

Oh and get this. We are once again invited to their Memorial Day party, which we fully intend to attend. Is my nose looking a little brownish to anyone? The party is always held on the front lawn of the house (well, it has been for the last 6 years) with tables & chairs & tablecloths & barbecue & an old time Texas Swing country band. All of this is held outside and they usually lay out the dance floor once the food has been cleared away. There will be plenty of food and grovelers (like us) and country fiddle music, along with about 250 to 300 guests. Just a small affair, you know. Texas billionaire style, that is. I suppose they had better hurry up and get things moved in so the dust can settle a bit before the date of the shindig arrives. No matter, all of we brown nosers will be there on time.

Oh - and don't worry. Like a good blogger, I'll be sure to take as many discreet and indiscreet pictures as I possibly can. I am a shameless blogging nut. And I don't care. So, stay tuned. This ought to be a real humdinger, folks! Yeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaw!

Now, really. Do they honestly think we're going to believe that we've been invited to their estate to *Celebrate Summer*??? Whatever. But, here is the invitation with the important info covered up. Hey, I am a bit crazy at times, but I am not a stupid girl.