welcome to the neighborhood

I have a lovely house on a lovely street and I have inadvertently become That New Girl With the Garbage Can. Long story short, my garbage can was on the street for a couple days due to poor service from the trash hauler and a change in the pick-up schedule.

Not long after that I became The Girl With the Lawn. Even though I arranged to have it cut, the lawn service was rained out day after day. And the grass really grew.

So today I came home to find that my lawn had been edged. I figured the lawn service came to do that first step, and would return to later to mow. Then I learned that a neighbor had provided the service.

This is very charitable. But it also is the suburban equivalent of leaving a horse head in another's bed: an unmistakeable sign.

I called the lawn service to confirm they would be here today. They came promptly this afternoon and now everything is manicured perfection.

I can't wait to be The Girl with the Loud Springsteen Music.