love thy neighbour

Here we go again. Yesterday, someone asked me about an incident in the village. I had no idea what was going on, so I looked into it and discovered it was yet another neighbor-versus-neighbor feud—though this time, they live across the road from each other instead of next door. I’ve had my share of issues with neighbors on both sides, and honestly, it’s no wonder there are wars in the world. Maybe it’s a miracle we get along at all, considering how different we are.  

This latest dispute seems more serious than usual, involving assault by someone old enough to know better. It’s tied to another major feud from a few years back, but one neighbor in that issue has since passed away. I guess, as they say, all relationships end in death and acrimony.  

I know the person accused of assault well—I know them all. She comes across as a sweet elderly lady, but I guess you never really know. Regarding my own issue with the neighbor next door, I spent a morning cutting down weeds so I could get more light into my garden after the neighbor messed that up for me about a year ago. It hasn’t solved the problem, but it’s a bit better. It’s strange how these neighbor wars keep going, though I have to admit I’ve contributed to them too. I’m sure neighbor conflicts are a big issue in society.