“Well, that didn’t take long,” I said to myself yesterday as my neighbor walked up to me when I was getting out of my car. He came to point out a few things that I needed to get fixed. At the top of his list was some chipping paint on a door that leads out to a Juliet balcony on the second floor, only big enough to step out and look around for a Romeo. It has not worked for me thus far. An adult cannot stand on it and also close the door behind him/her. If someone could close the door, he/she would not be able to turn around to open the door again.
Let’s see, I moved into this townhouse in December, the Christmas month during which there are quite a few things to do even if you have not just moved into a new place. The following months have been filled with various other items to be fixed or replaced inside the townhouse.
I knew about all the things that my neighbor pointed out, but was kind of busy working on the interior and I was not sure the balcony door problem could even be seen from the sidewalk below. Apparently, it was pointed out to him by another neighbor who lives several houses down. My thought was that she could just stop looking up at my balcony that she finds so hideous.
After several minutes, I explained that I would get right on getting the items fixed, but that I was scheduled to go to Kentucky and help my parents with a few things.
I am sure he meant well or thought he was being helpful, just like my friend LT’s neighbors who also give her a lot of advice on yard and home maintenance. I texted her about my situation and she replied, “I try to comfort myself with the fact that I just don’t have an eye for some things when it comes to home maintenance. But, I can spot a grammatical mistake from 50 yards. My neighbors can’t do that.” I will also comfort myself with that thought. Thanks for the perspective LT.