I spent half the day patching up some trenches the movers left in a neighbor's easeway, outside the sidewalks, still their responsibility to maintain.
I am cursed! For the fourth time in my life (I might have forgotten one or two) I have had to move my residence in fucking January. FFS!
This time it was above freezing by a degree or so, raining and almost freezing, but the big icy thing did not happen untill the early morning after. We got our furniture moved, FINALLY. Two weeks in wait.
What I did not know was that the bigass truck bringing all of our shit to safety had damaged our neighbor's easeway.
My wife had mentioned it more than once, but she was talking about some dirt across the street. I had priorities. Dirt was not one of them.
When I actually looked at what had happened to that yard across the street, I bucked up some and decided to go meet them for the first time.
It was OK. They are nice people. But when he told me that his mower had stalled after falling into one of the ruts, I was beyond embarrassed.
I told him I would fix it. I spent almost two hundred bucks on topsoil and seeding mixture to fill all the damage. He came out while we were working and was impressed that I had started immediately to correct the issue. He asked if I had contacted the movers and asked for them to pony up some. He's a lawyer.
I tried to graciously admit to all neglegence. I am the one ultimately responsible for the correction and any future relationship with them as neighbors depends upon this.
I exposed my politics by saying that this was my doing. It is up to me to take care of it all. He seemed to be stunned.
I don't think he had ever encountered a true conservative who did what was right with no question of trying to point fingers at another.
Anyway, rough day and I am beat!
But his easement is good as new, as soon as the seeds I put out begin to grow.
I would rather have used all our effort to fix some stuff in our own yard, with some ankle breaking holes and trenches from mowing with huge machines while the ground was soft as a sponge in our own yard, but this shit was my fault. We fixed it.
And I am beat!!
