I think everyone in my neighborhood takes care of their yards everyday, all day. It's a constant audio supply of leaf blowers, mowers and edgers. All the fucking time. It's kind of funny that all those little two-stroke motors that everyone uses for yard care are worse than cars' emissions for the environment. If I cared, I probably would go buy all electric shit to do my yard once a week for an hour. I just hope someday I can afford to pay a crew of immigrants to do it twice a day, four days a week. What a sweet life that must be; sitting at work, knowing that your yard is under constant supervision and care.

I have a similar yet different problem. The eighbors to our right have three dogs that are outside most of the evening, and two of them bark at anything that has the gall to enter their field of vision. They bark loudly and frequently, cutting right through our paper-like walls, and the doglover in me is being smothered by the person who wants to give them all an anti-freeze popsicle. Meanwhile, to the left is the Snap-On salesman and his two midget racers. He works on them nightly, so we usually don't go more than an hour without hearing engine noise that sounds a lot like a high-end, multiple-speed vibrator being abused by someone who had too much to drink and noone to drink with.

Will & Matt:

I once was beset on three sides by similar vexations. (The fourth side abuts a cemetery, which has delightfully quiet residents. It's akin to something George Carlin used to say: it's great to own waterfront property because then you only have assholes on three sides of you.)

However, that was before I got my AK. It keeps the neighbors quiet. And if the dead arise as zombies, I'll be ready for them.

I kid. I only wish I had something to make the neighbors less irritating. I still have assholes on three sides of me and dead assholes on the fourth side.

Hell is other people.

Somewhere in our neighborhood, 18 hours a day, someone is working a tile saw. Then again, I'm sure our neighbors all think that we're loud, crazy Jews. I don't know where they'd get that idea.

our cottage is a tiny old shack with monster homes on either side. the monster home neighbours use a leaf blower. and yes, the cottage is out in the wilderness. i.e. in a forest. i.e. surrounded by trees, trees, trees. i guess they like fighting a losing battle almost as much as we do.

Wow,
I should consider myself lucky. We live in a quiet neighborhood. Except for the trains. Our town has an ordinance that the trains must blow their horns all the way through town so as to "save lives" and show themselves which is the poorest side of town. We took our poor side right out of the middle where the train tracks run.

So on three sides we have nice neighbors with semi behaved dogs and train tracks on another. The only time it's too much is in the summer when we have to have our windows open. All conversation pauses until a train passes.

Well, I live next door to a theater/costume shop. This means rehearsals for bad community theater by bad community actors ("Stella! Stella!") by day, and over-the-top musicals by night. They are currently doing "Dracula, the Musical", which apparently involves a lot of drums, because that's all I've been hearing for weeks. Oh, and they have yappy dogs. And parrots too.
Next to them is a funeral home, which, on occasion, means weeping people in front of my house. Did I mention the guitar store that butts up against the back of our parking lot? Across the street is City Hall, and they claim they have to use leaf blowers at 7:30 A.M. three times a week so as not to disturb any of the guv'ment workers who arrive at 9. Disturbing the sleep of the residents of this neighborhood, not so much an issue.
If we're griping.

We've come to realize that *we're* the Simpsons and our neighbors are the Flanders. We mow our grass less than it should be done and usually half way through the two and a half acres, the mufflers falls half way off. The neighbors have a John Deere, quiet as a car. We have redone our kitchen complete with use of table, circular, reciprocating, and tile saws. Our son also pees randomly in the yard when he's playing naked in the plastic pool.

But we can breathe- http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070501/ap_on_sc/polluted_cities

How mysterious it would be for these neighbors to find push lawn mowers with the spinning metal blades in their yards and iron prong rakes in their garage. I'm creating a day called, Quiet You Great Mistake.

New Book Soon Neal?

I think we live in the same neighbourhood. My neighbours are busy doing loud things with gas powered stuff at the moment as well.