Erik’s Blog

Recall my recent bitch and moan session about our neighbor to the west wanting to “appropriate” the concrete pad in the back of our property? I’m happy to say that chapter in my life is over, and now we’re playing all nicey nice together.

Here’s the scoop: the guy that confronted my wife on June 1st about wanting to steal our pad was not the owner. He was a renter. And not a good renter either; more like a deadbeat renter. Since our encounter with this guy, he’s been evicted and has moved to California. None of this was because of us, though. He’s just stellar enough to warrant his own eviction. In fact, the owner may be suing him not only for months of rent that he neglected to pay but also because he trashed the main house (hence the large dumpster that I’ve mentioned before. The inside of the main house needs to be majorly overhauled).

I learned all of this when I encountered the brother of the owner of the property. He apologized for whatever crap his previous tenant caused and assured me that nobody has any claim to any of our property, nor are they interested in pursuing one. He couldn’t have been a nicer guy, and for that I’m grateful because he’s well over six feet tall and probably could have squashed my office worker ass into the cracks of the sidewalk.

So it’s over. No more neighbor issues, no more lawyers, nuthin’.

(Did I mention the tree in our backyard died from a tree disease, not from the neighbors removing half of the branches? I can’t remember. Either way, we’re calling off the hounds.)