I really meant to blog more. I have things to say and interesting things to blog about. The biggest thing being how I moved 3 miles from my old place and it is like a totally different world.
So, for DECADES the inhabitants of my neighborhood cut through my yard, into another yard to get to the main drag. We seriously think the yard they are cutting into is a chop shop/brothel/crackhouse. I had derelicts, school kids, hookers, and crackheads all around my house at all times of the day and night. For protection, I have storm shutters on all my back facing windows.
Every morning, I would go out to my yard and pick up all of the crack baggies, beer bottles, and random debris. It was awful. Dudes would sneak up on me when I was walking Willow out front. There was lots of screaming and crying and yelling on my part. If we couldn’t remedy this I was going to have to move.
So…we built a fence. A LARGE fence. 6 ft tall with spikey things at the top. I am now the most hated woman in this neighborhood. BUT, I’ve cut the random foot traffic (remember this is a cul-de-sac…it should have very little foot traffic…) by 98%.
I can now enjoy my backyard and not worry about crackheads walking up behind me at 8 am. Sure, I had to call the cops because some dude had his penis in the fence, but baby steps, y’all.
And the sign I’m hanging on the front:
And on the back:
Sure the hoodrats and crackheads won’t get it, but I think they got the point when I put up a 6 foot fucking fence.
Up next: My Empire of Dirt!