Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Wind Gusts to 55 mph or so

We used to have a fence.

We still do I guess, only its kinda done with being a fence. Or at least with being a good fence. Right now its a tired fence. A laying down fence. A broken fence, rotted out at the base and no longer able to separate, delineate, set the boundary. Our neighbor's yard is open to us and our yard is open to him.

Which is okay with us as neither of us have dogs and our kids are big and his kids never ever go outside. Seriously, I practically never see them. He is Vietnamese-American and from L.A. He owns an auto repair shop a few blocks from here and it looks like he and his family really all live at the shop in that "Gonna make the American Dream" way.

This weekend Bill & Kevin will sort out the wood and try to find a better place to store the now-retired fence pieces and make some sort of agreement about its replacement. It will be interesting to see how that conversation will go. Kevin is very pragmatic about things like yards (lowest maintenance possible) and fences (cement blocks ok?). Of all my neighbors here, I like them the best even though they are practically invisible (they never open their windows or their blinds) because they aren't trying to put their stuff on other folks.

Up till now we've lived next door to each other in that suburban live-and-let-live way. Now I'm starting to thumb through some Vietnamese recipes. I think eating together is very important when considering fences.

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