Not-so-quiet country life...

We used to have such a serene community here. Every once in a while, one of the neighbors would have target-shooting on their property, but when another neighbor called to ask "Is there a war going on?" the gun-shooting neighbor stopped the target practice. Nice neighbors.

But now we have the ignorant too-rich-with-new-money neighbors across the road. Loud cars and off-road vehicles coming and going day and night. They set up a target-shooting space on their property and at least once a week, there is a war going on, with everything from pistols to semi-automatic weapons.  These particular neighbors also love fireworks... the loudest and biggest ones.... and they don't wait for July 4th.  The fireworks are at random, without warning. Like tonight at 9:30 when everything was so quiet. And like April 27th of last year when they shot off M-80s before dark which sent our Savannah running off into the woods somewhere for a dozen days of heartbreak.

I hate those people over there with an unrelenting and unforgiving passion. And that's saying a lot, because I make it a point not to judge, not to condemn, and not ever to hate. But these people are an exception to my rules, mainly because they are so consistently inconsiderate and unnecessarily neglectful and disrespectful.

I have tried since last year to just ignore everything that goes on over there. It's like that property across the road no longer exists for me, along with the people living there.  It would be my greatest wish to see moving trucks rolling up their driveway to take away all the people in that house and all of their belongings, including the loud cars and the mega-loud fireworks and guns.  Especially the fireworks and the guns.

Heaven help them all if I ever find a genie in a bottle.