Our house is the third house on a dead end street that is hard to find unless you know it is there. In the first house lives a retired married couple we'll call Neighborhood Watch. When we bought our house ten years ago, Mr. NW loved Dustin right away because he looks clean cut and is, well, white. Mr. NW often invited Dustin over for drinks in his garage to discuss neighborhood goings on and show him photos of guns. Next to the NW couple (and to our left) is a sad green house where the goth wiccan dental surgery nurse and her son live. I am not going to say more about that because I still go to that surgeon. Then there's our house. Next to our house (on the right and the third house from NW) is a blue house. Until about 2 weeks ago, a family with dogs that liked to hang out in my back yard lived there. Over the course of 2 days, the family that lived there packed up all their belongings in a Uhaul truck in the middle of the night and were gone. At the time we saw and thought it was weird, but I kind of hoped they would be back because they never complained about fruit from our trees falling in their yard. We also knew, though, that their son ( a mortgage broker) had gotten them the loan for the house 2 years ago and we suspected they could no longer afford what was most likely a variable rate loan on an over priced house. There are many foreclosures in our neighborhood.
One reason we bought our house in this neighborhood is that unlike most neighborhoods in this area, it is not "master planned" and there is no homeowner's association. We own the property, our house, and we can do whatever we damn well please to our property and our house. And, the houses are not built so close to each other that we can hear our neighbors pee. In fact, I rarely ever heard our neighbors do anything unless they we were both near the fence that separated our houses at the same time. I for sure can't hear anything going on at NW's house.
The room in our house where my computer is is on the side that faces the blue house (and the fence between us). On one of the sunny days last week around noon, I had the window open as I sat on the floor in my pajamas trying to fix my printer. I suddenly heard two male voices at the fence in the yard next door. They were going in and out of the garage and moving stuff around. I texted Dustin that I heard voices and saw men and we wondered if the neighbors were back or if it was thieves or what. I wasn't about to stop what I was doing and check because being killed in my pajamas was not really on my schedule for the day. About an hour later, when I was leaving, I noticed a windowless white van in the driveway of the blue house. It wasn't the neighbors returning. They had a yellow car! It did just appear to be people cleaning up the yard.
For the next few days, the SAME people in the SAME van came and were cleaning up the yard and the house, from what I could tell from Observation Station. Then (the morning of the zipper incident) a for sale sign went up in the front yard~ I noticed it as I was rushing out the door to get to the bank. I also noticed the same white van in the driveway next door. The same van that had been there for days.
So, the cops and the zipper incident happened next and Dustin and I really wanted to know what the cops where doing here and why. Of course, that was really second to why was the gardener looking at my zipper. I suggested that Dustin just ask Mr. NW because he probably has a police scanner! He'd know! I was sure Mr. NW probably even assisted the cops in searching for whatever they were looking for. Dustin wasn't as sure as I was about that. Fine, whatever.
On Saturday as we were leaving to go to lunch, there was a different truck in the driveway next door and a man working in the garage. Dustin (of course!) said hello and asked him what was going on. The man explained that the house was in foreclosure and he worked for the bank to get the house fixed up to sell. But, he did not know about the cops being there the day before! Again, I suggested that Dustin ask Mr. NW. As luck would have it, Mr. NW just happened to be outside later when Dustin came back from the gym and was eager to share the news of how he called the cops when he heard suspicious activity at the house on Friday morning. How did he hear it from 3 houses away? And, after seeing the same thing and hearing the same thing and seeing the "for sale" sign, after 5 days it wasn't really suspicious to me and I was at Observation Station! Though, Mr. NW was surprised to see so many cops come for suspicious activity that just ended up being a real estate agent and clean up crew. He did assure Dustin that he need not worry about his little missus while I am working from home because he's on the look out, and has --------------------------
It suddenly occurs to me while I write this that it's in my own best interest not to say what he has. He can probably hear me and see me typing this.
So, yeah. Yesterday Dustin and I hung new privacy curtains on all our out facing windows.
And, I was right.
*This is a crappy photo from google maps because 1. It's pouring rain right now and 2. I'd have to stand in front of Mr. NW's house to get this shot and I don't want to get shot for being suspicious.
Maybe my friend Cheryl will post a comment here about what happened once when she knocked on Mr. NW's door to return a wallet she found in the street.
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