April 21st 2008 11:57 am
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Mom and Dad always get irritated at me for bringing things out into the back yard. Oh, just this weekend Mom has been creating prodigious amounts of trash as she cleans out the storeroom, the linen closet, and does other Spring Cleaning. "Let's all make sure we keep the garage door closed so that Pennie doesn't drag all this trash out into the back yard before Garbage Night."

Hmph. As if it isn't all part of my Master Plan. Our house and subdivision used to have a farm behind it. With pre-hamburgers walking around on it. Unfortunately, a large amount of acreage sitting smack dab in the middle of a filled up Township didn't stand a chance once the owners passed to their great reward, may their souls rest in peace. I am fine with progress and all, but the houses behind us are not just "out of our league," but it is the "height" that bothers me. The new house directly behind us is a two story home, but it towers above us as if it is a sky scraper. From my top floor I stare into the ground floor. And believe me I stare because the house sits unsold with all the lights on. Who ever buys the house will get their first electric bill for $8754.39 and think they forgot to put in insulation.

Back to my plan. Along my back half-acre of much less-mortgaged suburbia than those potential owners; is a thicket of honeysuckle. Who owns this thicket depends on who in the middle of the night keeps moving the property stakes back. Not that I know anybody who would ever do that. The goal is to keep that thicket. It is a natural privacy fence. It is natural shade. OK, I know it is not technically natural, it was brought from Japan and took over as an invader.

My plan is that the more trash in the backyard; the less likely the thicket will ever get cut down. Who wants to mortgage themselves to almost a $1million of brick and large windows to look down onto trash? Yep, I am working on dragging one of Dad's convertibles that never run out into the yard next. Figure I can get a rusted old car into the yard and between Mulli and I we can get hoist it up onto cinder blocks. Privacy will be ours.