Yesterday morning, I heard the revving of a chainsaw, and I knew our neighbor behind us was about to start taking down trees again. Which is exactly what he did all day long. And I knew The Skimmer was going to start ranting and raving. And, yep, that’s exactly what he did all day long.
Up until now, I haven’t really cared that much. We’re not going to be in this house much longer and I figured it’s his property and he can do whatever he wants with it. Not that I understand why someone would buy a beautiful wooded lot in an established, park-like neighborhood and kill every tree, but I’ve gotten to the point that I don’t really care to try to understand why anyone does anything, reminding myself that I don’t even know most of the time why I do what I do. And if there’s one thing I’d like time trying to understand a little bit more, it’s that, not the complicated psyche of some tree killing stranger who has no respect for nature or for those around him and whose entire purpose seems to be making things uglier.
The house he built is ugly. His landscaping in the front is ugly. And now that he’s cut down every tree, our view is ugly. But, not as ugly as Kay’s view, our neighbor a few houses up. She stopped over here last month and said she can see him when he’s walking around in his house all hours of the day and night. Naked.
He showed up at my front door one morning a couple of weeks ago, fully clothed, in baggy jeans and t-shirt, wearing a baseball cap backwards. He wanted to know if we were the ones who called the city on him. I was on the phone and still in my pajamas and couldn’t talk to him. I just said, “No, see ya, bye.” But, if I wouldn’t have been on the phone and if I would’ve been more presentable, I would have told him that if he’s going to take down all the old oaks and maples, he should put up some blinds and curtains. But, I’m not sure he’d have seen the sense in that knowing he doesn’t have the sense not to take down all the old oaks and maples to begin with.
I figured Kay was the one who called the city on him. And she could have, a couple of weeks ago. But, I spoke with another neighbor this morning who had called the city on him months ago. Becky called this morning to ask about us trimming some branches back on a birch tree that is on our property that is dropping leaves into her gutters.
“Of course,” I said. I would never want to clutter her gutters. And then our tree talk turned to Naked Boy tree talk. She’s as fed up as The Skimmer. Because he’s changed the lay of the land, when it rains, water is now rushing onto their patio, which is right up against their house. Used to be, because of the way the land sloped, the water would rush through the center of their backyard. She called the city and found out that Naked Boy is tied in with some councilman’s aunt’s husband’s sister or something. He has connections. There was nothing they could do. So, there was nothing Becky could do.
“We’re screwed,” she said.
The Skimmer and I went outside to look at the birch that needs trimmed and then stared at the big, ugly view for awhile. The six or so trees that Naked Boy cut down yesterday left a very large, empty spot for sun to shine through onto our property that used to be completely hidden in shade. It’s a rough area where saplings grow, where we would dump leaves, where we would gather and pile large branches from trees that had fallen after a storm. It was shadowy and quiet and park-like, and now it’s just an ugly mess, made uglier by the ugly attitude of a guy who has no respect for nature or for those around him.
And now I have to clean it up. Or, call a tree guy.