Imagine if you will, your parents bought land. Lots of land. And they worked this land and made this land the site of their homestead. And then, they had you and your brothers and sisters and raised you all on this land. They farmed the land and turned it into some of the most beautiful pasture you could ever imagine, just so they could sustain their main interest, which was horses. They built barns, put up corrals, cut and baled hay. A beautiful place to live and to raise children. And horses. A quiet place, out in the country with nothing but fresh air and starry skies.
Then, your parents give you some of the land so you too could build a home and raise your family. And you build your home and raise your children on the land right next door to your Mom and Dad. You build barns and corrals and carry on with the family tradition of raising horses.
But, as we all know, parents get older. Your Mom takes ill and needs extended care in a facility in the city, and your Dad, well, the house is too big for just him. But you love the fact that your Dad is still next door to you, on the land he spent his whole life working and nurturing. But it is too much for him. You help out as much as you can, and so do the neighbours. Everyone is watching out, just to make sure everything is okay and everything gets done.
Then your Dad passes away.
Here you are, left with the home you grew up in. The home your Mom and Dad built and raised you in. What do you do now? None of your brothers or sisters want it. You check to see if perhaps one of your children want it. None do. So you sit on it. Sit on it for a very long time. And then you decide to put it up for sale. A private sale. This way you can really get to know the people that may buy it. You need to know that everything about the people moving in is good and wonderful and that they’ll fit in living 30 feet away from you.
And you find a wonderful family. A mom and a dad, two beautiful children. Oh yes, the quiet life in the country is just what they’re looking for. Raise the children outside of the city where they can keep an eye on them. Maybe even use the barns and start up a hobby farm type thing. Perfect you think. The deal is sealed!
Deception. Easy for some people I guess.
Last night brought four solid hours of noise generated by six quads. Yes, the new neighbours moved in. And they tore up that back pasture like you have no idea. They spooked the horses. They spooked the dogs. They pissed everyone within ear shot right off. They tore up and down the road and then they tore up the pasture some more!
We had an opportunity to talk to #1Son’s friend last night who is the granddaughter of the man who lives next door. The same man that was faced with the daunting task of finding someone to move into his Dad’s house. And Grandpa is just devastated.
And her Dad, (because he’s just on the other side of Grandpa on the land that was bought a long time ago!) well, we’re kinda thinking we might have to go visit him in jail soon…Because once he gets over there, well, we’re just not sure what might happen. And the neighbour on the other side; he drives a Harley and has some pretty rough looking biker buddies. Him and his buddies may just be the ones to save the day…and the neighbourhood!
And as for Great Grandpa, the man who built the house and managed the land, I hope he’s busy up there ridin’ and ropin’ and doesn’t have a clue as to what is going on down here.
Please, God, let that be the case.
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