Former Attorney, Teacher...Poet

Yes, I am an attorney. And, yes, I have been mistaken for a teacher. And, yes, I do like to make some mad rhymes occasionally. However, this post? Not about me. It's about our backyard neighbor. Remember I alluded to the fact that there was something odd about those backyard neighbors? Oh there is. They never cut their back grass.

Ever.

Now, I am sure you are thinking "Dani, a lot of people don't cut their back grass, so what's the big deal?"

Well, they still go in the backyard. They sit out there. They converse. They read. They write.

THEY EAT MEALS.

B believes they are about to get malaria any minute. Seriously, look at my covertly obtained picture:

That table with the white chairs and green chair? That is where they eat. Can you see how tall the grass is? Can you see all of the weeds? There is even grass and weeds growing up from between the rocks that their table is sitting on!

Here are more recent pics:

From almost ground level:

Oh, and yes, they were out there when I took those last two pictures. I just pretended that I was taking pictures of our flowers. I am a super spy I tell ya.

I probably shouldn't be surprised that their grass is like this given the condition of their blinds. But the fact that they continue to go out there and sit there like they aren't in a jungle, and eat out there? That is a bit too much for me.

And the fact that she planted a garden. Yes, she took the time, all day in fact, to plant a garden. She has not touched it or the grass since. If you look really closely in the top right corner of the third picture near the fence you will see her garden. (Hint: look for the red leaves). Go look. I'll wait here.

Crazy, right?

You know what is also crazy? The husband and wife made out the entire time she was planting that garden. They are probably in their mid 60s. I thought she must be dying or something. Yep, I am cynical.

As for the title? B got to talking to their next door neighbor and I guess the subject came up about what our backyard male neighbor does all day since we have seen him in that back room with the crazy blinds all day every day (when he is not outside that is). The neighbor responded with:

"Former attorney, teacher, poet."

I kid you not. This inspired B to google him and sure enough he is all three of those things. Of note on one site was the fact that he has kept a journal every day since May of 1976. Since then I have seen him out there writing or journaling. I imagine he is writing this:

"Day 364 - we still haven't cut the grass. On another note, the steak we ate last night out on the patio under the stars was divine. Off to the doctor to have this terrible rash looked at."