Peace and Quiet

 This neighborhood has been quiet and peaceful, if less than friendly, for the better part of my 33 years here.  But neighbors to my west have been making it unpleasant for a few years now.  Things escalated today when a shouting match erupted between them and the neighbors on their other side, and police and animal control were called.  There had been a dog attack incident a couple of weeks ago and emotions are still raw.  But the neighbors on my west are irresponsible pet owners and they have no-one to blame but themselves--especially not the dogs.

I have the uneasy feeling that this is not the end of the feud with hotheads on both sides.  For the first time in 33 years, I think I'd like to sell my house and move away.

Yes unfriendly.  Many of the couples my age who lived here sold to 30-somethings who have plenty of money, toys, no kids, and time to play, but lack consideration for others.  Most of the older people who are still here are Mormons who, if you know Mormons, are only friendly to you if there's some possibility of getting you into the church, but who abandon you if all you want is a friend.  My true friends live some distance from here and wish I would move closer.  But I haven't, because I love my house, my yard, my view.  I never really cared much about the neighbors as long as they didn't interfere with me--at least until now.

It's times like this that I feel lonely and wish I had a companion nearby to understand and co-miserate.  You know, one really nice, like-minded friend to share coffee or a glass of wine at sunset.  *sigh*