Dirt Piles…You’ve GOT to Be Kidding Me
When we first moved into this house, the man who owns some adjacent property for some reason conserved huge dump trucks worth of dirt. It’s on his property. But, the thing is, it is THE view out my kitchen sink window AND outside my dining room bay window in the back.
Finally, after much cajoling, he agreed to level that dirt for me. He said, “I never use it for anything anyway. I just kept it there for reserve. I’ll do that for you!”
So, after a few months, and a few more reminders. He did.
Right in the middle of my daughter’s pony treat at her seventh or eighth birthday party. There was literally a backhoe thingy in the backyard leveling and moving dirt during the whole party I’d planned.
She is ten this year. And as I sit here, there comes 4…5…6…7… truckloads full, getting dumped in the same spot.
My skin started to crawl and my blood pressure was embarrassingly high over this incident. In fact, another load is being dumped right now.
I called The Hub about this and he reminded me it was his property. But, he felt my pain. He really did. And I appreciate that.
Somewhere around load six, I just had to call and talk to the neighbor. I usually try to be a good neighbor and except for the dog occasionally running off, I don’t bother my neighbors unless I have to.
So, I call and I say, “Hi! Just wondering what’s going on with the dirt?”
“Well, here’s where that dirt came from…” this was supposed to raise my appreciation for the dirt, but it did not…not in the least.
So I said, “So, do you have plans for it?”
“Do you need some?” he said, rather excitedly, proving it was a useful pile of dirt.
“No, I don’t. Thanks. It’s just that it’s in the view of all my windows and I was wondering if you have a purpose for it.”
“Well, I had some low spots and I thought I couldn’t turn such good topsoil down. In just a few days, I’ll have it leveled for you.”
“Well, I sure do appreciate it, that would be great.”
So, now I have more dirt.
And, I was rather irritated with the Lord over this development today, because frankly, it’s been a tough day and I certainly was not humored by the dumping of the dirt AGAIN.
I couldn’t even find the phonebook to call the neighbor for a while, and there was so foot stomping going on. I looked to heaven and said, “Do you mind? Help me out a bit here?”
I’m sure the Lord was laughing. If you’ve read any Junie B. Jones books, I was reminding myself of her quite a lot.
In any case, I was having me a second bowl-ful of white chili, still groaning as to why anyone would go through all that dumping dirt they will never use, knowing it is annoying just sitting there, growing weeds, being ugly, and I’ll swear if I didn’t get convicted.
How many times do we dump fresh dirt where we just cleared it?
I mean, we have no use for it, there is no use putting it there again, it was of no use to us before and it is of no use now…it is an eyesore, and yet…there it is, and we say “Bring it on!”
Some dirt does not need to return. It’s been dealt with. Leave it alone, and don’t let it come back. That’s the moral to this story.
And please, oh PULLEASE, oh neighbor, do not leave those piles there all winter and into spring where they grow weed-hair and are quite obnoxious! Please? Pretty…please?
(You local people…I’m writing this for your humor and to learn a lesson, not to talk to my neighbor. I already did that, and he was kind. So, ya’ll mind your own business and don’t go stirring him up making trouble, ya hear? Thank you very much! It is a good story, though…isnt’ it?)
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