Neighbors

We are an attraction for strange neighbors. Our first house had two levels. Closest neighbors were an elderly couple, Mr and Mrs. Foster. They liked to look at us thru binoculars while we were stepping out of the shower. The reason I know this, I caught them as I was stepping out of the shower. The shades were kept closed on that side of the house the next six years we lived there.

House number 2. Great neighborhood, families all friendly, block party type of people. Until Matt moved in. He was a screamer of foul language directed towards his wife and two small children. A door slammer and extremely annal about property boundaries. We had a few run ins with him regarding the kids running thru his back yard to get lacrosse balls, Frisbees, etc. He finally put up small green stakes in the bushes that divided our property, to which the kids could have impaled themselves, but thankfully only received nasty cuts from. He neglected to inform us that the stakes were in place.

We managed to push him over the edge when a delivery truck backed out of our driveway and crushed his grass at the corner of the property line near the road. Matt came home from an errand and saw the July dry, brown, crispy grass crushed and went ballistic on me. I happened to be outside gardening. He stood at the property line on his tiptoes, hands at his sides leaning forward, beet red in the face, screaming his foul language. I do not remember exactly what he said just the F bomb being dropped every few seconds, and I could not decipher why he was so angry. My husband came out and was ready to punch Matt, so I called the police, before it got physical. We moved to house number 3, in part because of crazy man Matt and because we needed a house with an office suite.

Our current residence fits our needs nicely. Room for the dogs to run, office suite, everyone has their own bedroom and bathroom. My favorite room is the called the red room. I have a beautiful red sweetheart sofa in it, hence the "red room". The windows are floor to ceiling and look out over our backyard and a golf course. It's fabulous! In the winter I turn the outside lights on and turn off the inside lights, just to watch the snow fall. It's kinda like a reverse snow globe. I love it!!!

My son had friends over last fall, all were spending the night. They were up late and he and his buddies went out to smoke cigars on the patio. While they were talking and milling around my son saw our neighbor all dressed in black, with gloves and a hat on peeping in our basement window. The neighbor had his face pressed up against the glass so tight that they next day we could see his face print. My son yelled for his buddies which caused the creep to leap up and dash over my rock garden wall into his garage. Peeping Chuck closed his garage door and turned off his lights.

After I got the story from my son, and called 40 something, father of two Chuck the neighbor. He actually answered his phone and did not deny that it was him peeping in the windows. He claimed he heard loud music and noise and wanted to see what was going on. The conversation was short and ended with me telling him that I was going to report his activities to the police. He told me to go ahead but that he was going to call them first and report us for underage drinking. I gave him my blessing and hung up. 15 minutes later the cops were at my door and said they had a complaint from a neighbor about under age drinking, if there was drinking going no one had better be driving. I assured him no one was going to drive and explained to him about Peeping Chuck.

The police officer took my complaint and spoke with peeping Chuck regarding trespassing, illegal peeping, and that he would be arrested if another complaint was filed. The police office suggested that we close the shades is our Red Room to prevent Chuck from looking in those windows from the back of the property. Not going to happen. I love looking out those windows. If I see Peeping Chuck peeping I will let the dogs out to bark at him and then let hubby deal with it.

We haven't caught Peeping Chuck again on our property, but someone at his house looks out the bathroom window every time we are in the hot tub. The bathroom window is on the second floor. We have no way of preventing this leering because his bathroom is on the second level of the house and even an 8 foot fence is not tall enough to block his view. Moving the hot tub is out because of the electrical set-up. So we wave and raise our drink glasses to him, which generally causes him to disappear, we think.