So, I got home from work last night, changed into shorts and a t-shirt, put some food down for the cats, and was just kind of puttering around, when I happened to look out my kitchen window and saw my neighbor B. in my backyard.
There he was, with a lawn chair and a beer, just hangin' in MY backyard.
What fresh level of hell is THIS?, I thought. IT'S NOT ENOUGH that he took over my driveway, now he's gonna take over my YARD? Oh, no. HELL, no. This is gonna stop RIGHT NOW.
I went out into the backyard.
"B.!", I said. "What're you doing over HERE?"
"Waiting to talk to you," he said. "About the driveway."
Just then I noticed his wife, L., heading over. And she was carrying a dish garden full of plants, and a couple of beers.
"We're going to start using our driveway tomorrow," B. said.
"Really?", I said, laughing. "Are you going to throw a party? Will there be balloons and clowns? Am I invited?"
B. laughed, and his wife handed me the dish garden and a beer. "We wanted to thank you for letting us park in your driveway," she said. And we all sat down and had a nice chat and beers.
After thirty-seven days*, the siege is over.
I have my driveway back!
*not that anyone's counting or anything. THIRTY. SEVEN.