Sounds like you need a flashlight! The world is full of extremely inconsiderate people.
It’s looking like it might thunderstorm. So much for Epic Fail doing the lawn! The poplar tree is trying to start its own forest. There are about ten little trees coming up.
I never knew a place could be so dark (once I gave up southern Utah for Vegas after my divorce) after the very bright sky glow of Clark County, so one of the first things I did was buy little flashlights and a couple of nightlights, one for the bathroom and one for the kitchen. I’ve since added two more (bedroom and living room) but the flashlights are everywhere. I have one I use specifically for Mondays and the walk to and from the clubhouse, one in my back pack, one in the nightstand drawer, and one I’ve kept on the oven door handle because there is no light in the oven. I also have a spare on the coat closet handle.
Most of the people here are kind, but there is always the exception. New move-ins are usually rude until they learn the unwritten rules of the place.
The mulberry trees are not going to be cut down until the roots cause some very serious plumbing problems. Thankfully, I plan to be gone by then, though I recognize the signs of minor problems. Also, the suckers from the tree are going to end up taking shingles off the roof, they’re low enough over the sidewalk that it’s difficult to get to the truck and there are some this year that are blocking my view of the road. I want to know who’s outside my place, so I’m not happy.
Chuck’s a nice guy, but unless I demand that he do something, it isn’t going to get done.