A fence that had heretofore not been there suddenly appeared. Well, not suddenly like "BAM! Here's your fence!" but suddenly as in sometime in the past eight hours, a fence has been erected. I puzzled over this addition longer than I should have. I stood on the sidewalk, head cocked to the side like a dog looking at a ceiling fan, wondering "why now?" I've lived at Frau Gardens for 14 years now and we have never had a fence, nor any need for one that I could see. Since the fence is only about two and a half feet high, one can only assume its sole purpose is to keep dogs from crapping on our lush, green lawn.
Here's what really confused me and chapped my hide: notice in the above photo, there is a gate at the first sidewalk, and another one farther down at the middle sidewalk. However....
|the lush green lawn|
The Frau was too damned cheap to install a gate at the third sidewalk, the one in front of my front stoop. And while that is not really a big deal--I mean, the yard isn't that big--it is still annoying that I can't just enter in front of my own porch and have to walk along the dreaded uneven cracked sidewalk, the site of my horrible fall last year that left me bruised and sprained for months, and that I can no longer sneak past Latina Gladys Kravitz, as I am required now to walk right in front of her apartment. In defiance, I've been walking right across the grass, because I'm a rebel, Dotty.
Another awesome side effect of the new fence: when my downstairs neighbor comes home from the bars at 3am, I not only get to hear him slam his screen door, I now get the added bonus of hearing him slam the gate as well. Last Friday he had a party, which from what I could hear was attended by the girl you wish you hadn't started a conversation with at a party, and I was treated to the lovely sound of every single guest slamming the gate as they left. Yes, I'm old and cranky. Now get off my lush, green lawn.