Sucks. They moved in on Thanksgiving, and literally within DAYS they started building something in their back yard.
We went over and asked them what it was, and they said they were building a shed, and they thought it was ok because we had one; referring to the Rubbermaid thing out there that could in no way be called a shed, and for which we had asked the previous owners if they cared if we put it there, or did they want us to move it? It's next to their garage. This monstrosity they've erected is nothing but your typical hillbilly shack--the first thing a hillbilly does when they move somewhere is build what we call back in Indiana, a "shop" in their back yard if the place doesn't already have one. It goes by other names: "shed", "barn", "office" or "studio" if you're trying to impress people.
He stopped building for a few days, the HOA assholes came over, looked out our windows, agreed the thing is a piece of shit and concurred that yes, it definitely sucks to be us, but, even though he lied and claimed he didn't know about the HOA CC&Rs, they let him finish building his shed. He totally ignored at least 2 or 3 of the CC&Rs, totally without consequence. Most people complain that their HOAs are too restrictive. I wish; ours is just bullshit. Our neighborhood has seriously gone so far downhill, I hope we can at least get our money back when we sell, and not because of the crummy real estate market, but because of this piece of shit shack next to my property line.
You'd think at least one of the HOA guys would be on our side, he was the one who whined last year about the neighbor's kids's play structure. Now that's just mean, to complain about kids PLAYING and not getting in trouble. But no, he's the one who was the biggest asshole about it. Well, too bad these morons don't know what a bad precedent this has set; no one's going to comply with the CC&Rs now. And it's not just our property value that's affected by this, it's everyone's. We've somehow let white trash with money slip in, and now we're all screwed.
So. So you think you can tell Heaven from hell. Blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? Did you exchange a walk-on part in a war for the lead role in a cage?
Friday, January 15, 2010
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