That’s what our house has become. Not the one we are currently living in, although I’m sure our neighbors think it is. . . what with all the piles of brush from the many trees that have been cut down, and the weeds that haven’t been pulled. When you move into a place whose lot in such disarray, you just have to choose what to tackle . . we chose the totally jumbly forest. But honestly, it’s the dumpiest house on the street, so we are entitled to not have perfectly manicured lawns, right?
I digress . . .I’m really referring to the house we sadly still own in a town in which we no longer live. So we got a letter from the city saying we needed to deal with the “grass and weeds” which must be “maintained below eight inches”. I’m thinking about the weeds that we dealt with every spring that would pop up to 3 feet in two shakes of a lambs tail. A friend found a landscaper that would clear everything out for $400 . .. I was like, “heck no!” So I figured that maybe we could pay one of my forger HS students to do the cleaning. So my former boss and good friend went over yesterday to help clean and discovered . .. . well, you’ll just have to see for yourself. This is what happens when a house has been on the market for 6 months with one ridiculously low ball offer and maybe 5-10 people viewing it, probably noone since June.
Isn’t lovely to know that we’ve become one of those obnoxious people who let their house go to pot? I’m sure the neighbors must’ve called the city, heck, why wouldn’t they. I can only imagine what it would look like if our neighbor hadn’t been mowing the lawn. Anyway, so now we get to figure out where to scrounge up $400 to pay some chump to clean it all up! I’m totally inclined to just leave it, since having a pristine looking house obviously didn’t bring any buyers. But, we like our neighbors and don’t want them to suffer, and if we don’t deal with it, the city will fix it and then charge us WAYYYY more than $400.
See the outside makes me wonder what the inside looks like. Probably filled with happy little spiders (although I don’t know what the heck they’d be eating!) and maybe other much larger vermin. I say, “come on in! The more the merrier!” Hey, if noone is buying the house, someone or something should at least reap the benefits! Speaking of benefits, if you live near there, go help yourself to the tomatoes and rhubarb that are growing, someone should enjoy it even if we can’t!
I’m thinking it’s a good thing our landlords didn’t see how we left that house before renting to us, otherwise we’d be living under a park bench. Actually, once the bank forecloses on us, we’ll be living under a park bench anyway. Six of one, half a dozen of the other.