I am going to out on a limb and talk about my neighbors. Neighbors, if you ever read this… well it is all true and you know it!
I mentioned once a while back while we had not budgeted for new windows, but I was really glad we ended up replacing them. The “snafu” I mentioned in that post was when my neighbor shot a 50 caliber bullet through my house. Really. You read that right. About a month into this project I was unloading my children from the car. Handy Husband was standing in the driveway when we heard the unmistakable sound of a gunshot and the pop of broken glass. I will never forget the expression on Handy Husband’s face. Without words, he very clearly communicated to me exactly what I was thinking: “What the *#$%! Someone is shooting at us!”
The bullet went through my children’s bedroom window, through their bedroom door, out my living room window, and directly over the top of my head. I was standing roughly two feet below the bullet’s path. After about 10 minutes, the neighbor casually sauntered over, dogs at his heels, “Hey there. Everything okay? Sorry about that. I promise it has never happened before.” I was seething. Blood boiling. Heart pounding. With my arms still gratefully full of my children, I did not say a word. I am sure my expression said it all. Handy Husband and the neighbor exchanged a few brief words. The neighbor promised to replace the windows if we sent him a bill. And then off he went.
Here is the thing… he is a gunsmith! A gunsmith! If there is one occupation a person could have that I would I expect to have a basic knowledge of gun safety, that would be it. I expected a homemade pie, an apology, some sort of heartfelt, grand gesture expressing the magnitude of the situation. It did not come. They have been casually friendly, but have never really acknowledged what could have happened.
Fast forward to last week, I have a voicemail from Neighbor Lady because two of our smaller steers have slipped through the fence.
Handy Husband and I spent the weekend building fence. They say: good fences make good neighbors. I could not agree more.
In a small community, and especially on a small farm, neighbors really matter. Cows get out. Dogs kill chickens. Sometimes your neighbor accidentally sends a stray bullet your way!!!! I have learned both as an attorney and in my personal life here on our place, just how important it is to get along with your neighbors. While you cannot control your crazy neighbors, you should be thoughtful about who you move in next door to, and how you treat them. Being a good neighbor is important to me. Most of our neighbors have been absolutely terrific and I intend to do my part to make sure I continue to be the best neighbor I can.