Squash!

Xavier is just getting over a nasty cold that he's had for four days. We celebrated his soon-to-be recovery with a healthy lunch of homemade butternut and acorn squash. Xavier decided that feeding himself is much more fun than waiting around for Mom. Mom was just glad not to spend yet another lunch hour playing Spoon Wrestling Smackdown.

God is trying to tell you somethin'

I haven't posted in a while. Tim was away in Africa at a conference for a week and Xavier and I decided to head over to Mandeville to visit with friends and family while he was away. After a week apart, it was so wonderful to see each other again and compare stories from our trips. However, the biggest surprise when I came home was this:

A little back story may be in order. Ever since we moved into our home in February 2006, our neighbor behind us has been doing home renovations. Half of our back fence is the back half of his side fence--our lots are perpendicular to one another. Both of our back fences square up to the massive drainage area behind our homes. The local drainage district folks keeps this area nice and mowed and it is a wonderful place for birds and wildlife.

Soon after beginning renovations, said neighbor started pitching junk over his back fence. At first it was relatively small stuff like chunks of jackhammered concrete. Then it got to be bigger pieces of wood. In the fall of last year, he drove across the right of way that is usually our front lawn to put a trailer behind his back fence. The pile grew and grew to about six feet tall. Unfortunately so did the sticker bushes and weeds since the public works folks could no longer mow around it.

I cannot overstate how much I let this situation drive me crazy. If I was having a difficult day, all I had to do was look at the backyard and I'd be off the races in frustration and indignation. How dare they be so selfish and self-centered! The two dozen or so other houses that had views of the drainage area only had to look at the mess, I had to suffer the mice and thorns creeping over and under our fence! I'm ashamed to admit that I had daydreams of throwing all the junk back over their fence in the middle of the night or hauling the trailer of junk to their front yard or worse.

Sometimes I got spiritual about it. When a mentor advised that I pray for God's will about the situation, I prayed for good things to happen to my neighbor. I prayed that he would win the lottery, want to sell his house and buy a bigger one, and he moved the junk to get top dollar. Not exactly a selfless prayer there, Susan. I also worked on accepting the fact that since he wasn't dumping on MY property, I really couldn't tell him what to do. I kept praying for grace to get past my anger and for a solution to present itself that didn't involve me turning into a vindictive Mrs. Kravitz.

Finally in September, after a hurricane blew through and rattled the junk heap a little too much for my comfort and the water didn't drain properly from our yard due to the weeds, I decided to call the drainage people. I mentioned that there was "some debris" that seemed to be preventing them from mowing part of their property and it was causing some drainage and vermin issues for me. They said they would clear it within 30-45 days. I marked my calendar for the follow-up call and turned it over (finally!) to God.

I also decided to "clean up my side of the street" by chopping down all the creeping jasmine that had come from my yard and was spilling over the back fence onto the trailer--making it an even bigger mess. I kept hacking and hacking at it until I realized there was something beneath the vine. When I cleared it entirely I discovered a beautiful four-foot-tall wrought iron cross underneath. At least everytime I looked in my back yard now, when I saw the cross, I had a physical reminder to offer up my suffering and desire to control this situation to God.

Well, wouldn't you know the drainage people did clear it after all? Of course, by clear I mean that somehow said trailer and trash is all in my neighbor's back yard again now. I am curious as to how all this went down (were fines involved? did he not have permission to drive it back through the right of way? did they just move it to the guy's yard?) but really that is none of my business.

In retrospect, I can't believe I let this make me so crazy for so long. I think if I had been less emotional from the beginning about all of this, I would have stumbled across the solution a lot sooner.