Tuesday, July 19, 2022

TA-DA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There you have it in all its glory...I present to you, a soup ladle, Jefferson pattern, rolled out in 1913 by Simeon L. and George H. Rogers. 


Isn't it amazing? 


Not so much? Really? I guess there is the slightest chance that I'm a weirdo. I've heard that before, and I assure you, I will hear it again. 

Quite honestly, though, I thought everyone did that...find some treasure that sends you off down a google rabbit hole where one thing leads to another, and then another...I guess I just am a curious person. If curiosity kills the cat, well, then thank heavens I'm not a cat. I'd certainly have used up all my nine lives. 

Speaking of cats, I went to bed last night and just as I was dozing off, I heard a cat meow. I  jumped out of bed right away, because I have not seen Mr. M. in a couple of weeks and I am concerned for him. I padded down the hall, into the kitchen and out the back door. The motion detector light came on and I stood there in my nightgown, saying "here kitty, kitty, kitty...." in a low voice.

Alas. No kitty here kitty, kittied. 

You know, feral cats keep their own schedules and answer to no one but themselves. The idea that he just moved on to the next patsy around the corner is far more comforting than pondering all the horrible things that could befall a wild cat. 

I finally gave up and padded back inside. 

It was then that I made the egregious mistake. I took my wide awake self to the computer for a few minutes (yeah, right..)

I googled around like I do and then there was a giant sucking sound...



...as I was sucked into the swirling black void of facebook.

I looked around at the 'Helping Hands' site, and noticed one ad asking for recommendations for a surveyer. There were a number of comments to it, and I glanced down through them. Someone asked her why she needed one in such a hurry. She said that her neighbor was claiming that the property line went right down the middle of her house and she was sick of it. 

That would be alarming. What the hell kind of person would try to claim half your house? 

I looked at her name, and quite slowly, it occurred to me. She lives next door to one of our properties. We were the unreasonable neighbors she was referring to. I read a few more of her comments and man, we are some real bastards. 

So I replied to the most unreasonable comment. I said, "Ricki, this is simply not true. We have never claimed we own half your house. We were not aware there were any issues with the property line. It's plainly marked in the front yard and in the back. We've never even spoken to you about the boundaries, let alone tried to claim we owned half your house. If you've got a problem, the reasonable thing to do would be to talk to the people involved, not spread lies on facebook." 

She shot back immediately, "Those pipes in the back yard that are spray painted are drain pipes, not markers!" 

Who ever heard of drain pipes being pounded vertically into the ground?

I said, "They have been the boundary markers since we bought the house in 2008. Again, we've never exchanged one word with you about boundaries, let alone claimed we own half your house."

She shot back some sort of accusatory thing, but I saw that there was no point talking with her. Reasonable people don't tell whopper lies in a public forum. 

I looked up the plot maps on line, and brought up her address and our address. I wrote the lot number down to look up at the court house, and I used the GIS mapping to lay out the lot boundaries and measurements. 

My hackles were raised, by golly. 


By the time that I finished my writing and studying it was 3:30 in the morning. I went back to see what else she had added, but she had removed her post, which was good, but really, I went to bed trying to figure out what exactly it was that got her shorts in a bunch. We rarely see her and we have probably had one actual conversation with her, like a couple years ago. 

When the drill sergeant woke me up this morning, he showed no mercy. I got up and I got moving. Four hours of work in the garden settled me right down. When bedtime comes tonight, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to sleep. 


27 comments:

  1. Facebook folk can be somewhat perculiar, especially come 3:30am!

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    1. Well to be fair, it was only midnight when I went out calling cats.

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  2. Here, when we buy a property, the Title Deeds held by the Land Registry Dept clearly show all the property boundary lines. No room for disputes... well in most cases!
    I agree that some people on Facebook groups can be pretty unpleasant to others. I just watch and keep schtum.

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  3. I have to confess, I sometimes delight in reading the local Facebook page when people get into arguments over things. But they aren't about me, I don't participate and agree with you that Facebook is not the proper medium to air your complaints.

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    1. It was just so shocking because it is simply not true. We've never said anything like that to her.

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  4. Some people are just mad. It's a pity you didn't ignore the cat sound and so missed the whole thing.

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  5. You took us on an unedited journey there, from cats to property lines

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  6. I do hope Mr M is ok but I fear he may have met a feral fate. Your neighbour sounds a doozy. I wonder what she will dream up next. I trust she doesn't annoy your tenants.

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  7. It is the strangest damn thing.

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  8. I spent an evening with crazy today. I asked Jack's mom how he was because he hasn't been in daycare the past two days. I think Gracie has borderline personality disorder. It's hard to take, the horrible things she writes.

    Maybe your neighbor is mentally ill.

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    1. They have a history of conflict with people and relatives. We've never had issues with them. No real contact at all, save one conversation a couple years ago. Tim used to talk to the father, but we also interact with a neighbor that they don't like, and this bothers them.

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  10. Fascinating read Debby, I like the cricket noise. As for weird people and property boundaries we don't have the same problem. The deeds to a house are writ in stone ;)

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    1. We have the deed and it is writ in stone, but we need to have the property physically marked to stop this craziness.

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  11. An elegant ladle.
    Worth making some discreet research on that property...

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    1. I really love it, the curve of it, the fit of it, the weight of it in my hand, and it makes me feel totally ridiculous to love a piece of silverware like that.

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  12. How awful to be accused of property theft! one of my daughters loves ladles, even the word ladle is one of her favourites. She has a collection of ladles in assorted sizes.

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    1. It's so silly really. All that is going to happen is that we will survey our property and put in a six foot tall privacy fence on the boundary line. It will cut out the conflicts between the neighbors and the tenants. As far as I'm concerned, it is totally worth it to simply eliminate the argument.

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  13. Precisely why I deleted my Facebook account. Who needs all that drama? Anyone I want to interact with, I call or text and vice versa. Life is better.

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    1. You are certainly not wrong about facebook. However, in this case, we still have to deal with the drama. They are throwing their weight around with the tenants.

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  14. Well, at least she took the post down. People are so strange. I think some people work out their aggression online and wind up making accusations and generalizations that have nothing to do with the truth, in order to simply vent. But you gotta wonder why she thinks you want half her house. Where did that come from?!

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    1. I honestly have no clue. This came from so far out of left field that it really does defy logic. Tim gets things like this and is like a dog with a bone. He gets angry and he stays angry. I said, "Listen, I'm not going to listen to this for years. You have to decide to end it or to ignore it." Put that way, he walked to the city office and did some research, came home and decided to survey our property and put a privacy fence up to end the conflict.

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  15. Gosh... I haven't heard crickets sounds in such a long time. That's sad actually.
    And yes, I go down "rabbit holes" all the time.

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