Sometimes I feel like I should put more thought into what I’m going to write on here. After all, it is called Thoughts On Life. But then so many times I think I do know what I’m going to write about, and then I go on for three paragraphs about something I had no intention of going on about. That in turn makes me think that whatever I write, about the goings on of my life, are thoughts on life, so it still applies. I mostly only feel that I should put more thought in, when I’m sitting here looking at a blank screen, wondering what I’m going to say. Then once I get started, I’m on my way, and it either is going to come out eloquent, or rambling. I always hope for eloquent, but I read all of these, and I know that’s not always the case. I would hope to get better. I practice quite a bit. And, having stayed on track doing this for almost an entire year now, it would seem like I’d be getting better at maintaining at least a small little mental plan for what I have to say. But that doesn’t always happen. Or, perhaps I don’t know what I have to say until I start. Sometimes what comes out is a surprise to me. Often those are the ones I get most from, so maybe that’s why I don’t plan so much. I want there to be an air of spontaneity, this is not rehearsed, this is live. I often find when I try to go back and figure out what I was going to say, that I lose my concentration. Which is a bit of a bummer, because then I have to start again. And I fear that those are the times I can feel that it starts and stops, instead of having a smoothness to it. I also wish I could refrain from caring about the corrections Word thinks I should make. The little error lines need fixed.
I could go back and fix them later, but
they call to me like a Siren. Often times, I’ll go back to make a correction,
and lose my whole train of thought. That is unpleasant. Especially when I think
I’m on a good one. Some of us, I guess, just feel the need to fix things. Like,
for example, my neighbor. I’ve been living next to him and his wife for 3 and a
half years. We have a relatively large, viny type plant on the border of our
property. It often yields these bright yellow flowers, which my wife and I
love. The viny plant itself, I’m not in love with. It gets out of control sometimes,
and makes it difficult to get in, or out, of our car, since it is basically the
wall to our carport. So, every couple of months I have to take it down. Most of
the yellow flowers grow out towards the front of our home, and doesn’t impede
anyone or anything, so I let it go while the flowers are still blooming, and
take it down when they’re dormant. I thought they’d be dormant soon. Apparently,
they were bothering my neighbor. Technically, I think the plant is on my side.
We have a fence between yards, and the plant is on my side, however, there is
no doubt that it goes on to their side. I would obviously have no problem with
them cutting the plant that is on their side. It is, after all, a viny plant.
It was there when we moved in, and I’m not sure what arrangement they had with
the previous owner, but it has never come up until now. I heard a strange noise
yesterday, and when I looked out to see what it was, my neighbor was cutting
down all the yellow flowers growing out towards the road. He had some electric
tool, and was just mowing them, so that they didn’t stick out past the fence.
But he even cut the ones that were sticking out in front of my yard!
I thought that was so bizarre. By the time
I knew what was going on, it was too late to do anything about it. I want to be
a friendly neighbor, so I didn’t really want to confront him about it, he’s an older
guy, and I don’t really care. I just thought it was weird. He almost kind of
did me a favor, because I was going to do it in a couple of weeks anyway, but
still. No conversation?! How do you just decide to cut down someone else’s
bush?! My wife and I really liked seeing those flowers when we came around the corner.
We’ve got this pop of color that no one else has, and for this guy to take that
away is just astonishing. Plus, why now? 3 and a half years and nothing like
this has ever happened. I’m dying to know. Well, not dying, but terribly
curious. It seems so random. Plus, we thought they looked good! It made us
happy! It’s so strange. I don’t want to get the HOA involved. I don’t want to
start a conflict. But I just can’t see: A) How this was bothering him, and B) What
makes him think he has the right to cut back my side? Maybe it had been digging
at him for years, and he had finally had enough. I don’t know. I can’t wrap my
mind around it. We are usually friendly. We wave and stuff. Although there was
this time, I thought he was tossing his cigarettes over into my carport. I was
about to have a confrontation that time. I found a cigarette butt on top of my
car! With the ash trail, you could clearly tell where it came from. But at that
time, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, maybe he had a gardener over that
did it. I didn’t want to get into his face, if it could have been another
explanation. But now seriously: WTF?
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