The morning I finally decided to do something about it, I was standing in my backyard with a cup of coffee, watching a stranger\u2019s bed sheet billow in the breeze.
\nNot my sheet. Not a sheet I had hung there. A sheet that belonged to my neighbors, the family behind me, and which had been clipped to the top of my fence sometime before I woke up, stretched between two fence panels like a sail, catching the October light, blocking part of my view of the yard I mow every Saturday and pay taxes on every year.<\/p>\n
I stood there long enough to finish most of my coffee. Then I went inside, refilled the cup, and came back out. The sheet was still there. Of course it was. Sheets don\u2019t move on their own.<\/p>\n
I want to be clear that I am not an unreasonable person. I don\u2019t have strong opinions about most things. I don\u2019t mediate neighborhood disputes or leave notes about parking or track which houses have their garbage cans out past the allowed time. I have lived in the same place just outside Columbus for going on six years, and in that time I have had exactly two meaningful interactions with any neighbor: once to return a package that was delivered to my address by mistake, and once to ask if a dog that kept appearing in my yard was theirs. It was. They apologized. We moved on. This is, I think, the ideal form of neighbor relationship: cordial, minimal, low-maintenance.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m also not someone who turns small annoyances into large grievances. My general approach to life is that if something isn\u2019t actively hurting me or anyone else, it\u2019s probably not worth expending significant energy on. I\u2019ve watched people spend months in a state of barely contained fury over genuinely tiny things, and I\u2019ve always thought that looked exhausting.<\/p>\n
But something about that bed sheet, the deliberateness of it, the way it was clipped firmly and spread evenly like someone had stood back to assess the geometry, got under my skin in a way I couldn\u2019t quite name or shake. READ MORE BELOW<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The morning I finally decided to do something about it, I was standing in my backyard with a cup of coffee, watching a stranger\u2019s bed sheet billow… <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8575,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8574","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-news"],"yoast_head":"\n