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Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Complainers

Some people have too much time on their hands.

We have a community blog. The person who started it is a complainer, I don't think there's much that goes on that he approves. I think it stems from the fact that he lost election to the Board way back in the early years of our community.

The blog does have its good points. Many people use it to get recommendations for car service, plumbers, painters, etc., but then there are the others.

Some of their complaints make sense - dog owners who don't pick up after their dogs and let them relieve themselves on other's property and drivers who seem to speed. The complaint that led me to write this started yesterday.

So many people started commenting on the fact that our lawns are growing quite tall. They felt that the landscaping company should have been around mowing the lawns. We've been having a lot of rain lately, a shower or two every day. The ground is not dry. I'm not a gardener, but even I realize that you just can't mow wet grass, it won't cut. Personally, I don't see what the big deal is, so what if the grass is "as high as an elephant's eye" (slight exaggeration). It's not that important. I did get one call that I enjoyed yesterday when I was working at the Clubhouse. A woman asked when the lawns would be cut because she has a very small dog and is afraid it will get lost in the grass. I told her they were starting to work on it and she was happy.

Unfortunately, most of the other residents weren't. My feeling is that if they don't like it, they should get out and mow the lawn themselves.

2 comments:

BetteJo said...

I was eying my lawn the other day too - wondering when my guy will be along. But we too, have been having a lot of rain and I'm sure he can't get everywhere on the dry days. It's amazing, the weather we've had this year!
But grass? Eh. I'll wait.

Pamela said...

yes... lawns are growing fast. And I would tell the complainers they should be thankful that their house isn't scattered into pieces all over their grass...

thinking of the twisters ....