Why do we always get the odd ones moving into our neighborhood?
Case in point, we have a code for not allowing commercial vehicles to be parked overnight in our neighborhood.
So Hubby, the retired deputy who had worked with code enforcement went over to the newbie to inform him of this rule. Giving him the heads up before code enforcement might come after him, fining him, or worse putting a lien on his property. His plumbing truck from out of state remains in his driveway or in his backside yard with his out-of-state phone number on it, as he works plumbing jobs here, with or without a state license, we do not know?
Hurricane debris on the wrong property...
... doing the neighborly thing.
He happens to be our neighbor on the other side of the vacant lot that has the Chinaberry tree that came down in Hurricane Ian onto our fence ... the property is owned by a woman in Canada. Nancy, who we communicate with via email occasionally.
The new neighbor who does not care about rules has also put his hurricane debris on her lot, and previously other debris before the hurricane... and now his boat and trailer!
So more for curiosity than anything else I asked Nancy if she sold her property or perhaps gave permission to this person to do any of these pictures included... nice boat, by the way! And she said no, she will be building a home on the lot and that she hadn't given him permission! His boat...below.
She asked about her "no trespassing" sign and I told her I hadn't seen any.
This is worrisome, but she will handle it if it is still there when she comes down. She had mentioned she will be coming down.
Nosy neighbor or helpful, which are we? Opinion?
Moving on... switching gears, way far away! A print that I had found years ago at a thrift shop, a Thomas McNight! I loved it until mold grew on it, so it was thrust into one of our sheds and was forgotten about! For some unknown reason, Hubby saw it in there and put it in our garage and I saw it, and felt I could do something with it,... revive it! So I took my spray of bleach and water to it and rubbed gently trying hard not to ruin the paint... although if I did I had the plan to use my acrylics and touch it up... and below is my work at restoration, which I had never ever done before! Oddly enough we had saved its frame that had been stored behind my long bedroom dresser... not recall what had been in the frame but the print fits perfectly so we are determined to make this its new home!
Info on the artist:https://www.thomasmcknight.com/
*A note, I must add here for home decor thrift shops are a great go-to!
MY MUSES are below!
...3 months and 4 years old
I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl who had been looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name...ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and mom liked the name Aussie too. Since then, we have discovered that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even say unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now four years old, I am the baby, though I am the largest of the fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am a bit too big, ha!
I was three months old when mommy and daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on dad's brother's birthday.
I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog it had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18 on clear out the shelters day!
Oh, my record called me Belle, so for no known reason, mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!
Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am seven years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes!
I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes that dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted on January 23, 2020.
I had been wandering the neighborhood for days, and then I saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there...
The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!
The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.
Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!
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