The potted plant is there, I'm sure, less as a ploy to "invade," but rather as a way to dissuade golf carters from using the middleway as a passthrough, I get this and I guess I'm not entirely against it as it lessens the slight concern I have regarding our elderly and possibly impaired cart drivers accidently smashing into either my carport supports or even my car. And NoFu's messing with my gutter today was an attempt to straighten it out as its catch basin was a bit crooked...just his usual intrusive neighborly way...but that's what gets me to the theme of this post...
Yesterday around the time I was painting my shed roof (yes, go check out the postscript EDIT to this post to see what I'm doing in regards to the rusting roof problem) I noticed Vermont Guy was just pulling in probably now for the remainder of the season. I thought he and his wife were down a month or two ago but I guess it was just a quicky visit since their house has been vacant as usual since. Now today they were both out in their front yard weeding and tending to their landscaping for a few hours. (Why would it take "hours" to tend to one of our postage stamp sized front yards, I would only assume just for the fun of it as an excuse to be out in the fresh air and warm sunshine, especially for them if they've likely just come down from the grey and cold northern New England environment right now.) Well don't you know, it wasn't half an hour into it before NoFu made his way over and started "helping" them. Now I don't really know anything about their mutual relationships between them all but I could see through my camera's eye that it looked as if Vermont Guy wasn't posturing in a welcoming way. In fact, it reminded me immediately of "What About Bob?"
You know, the movie with Bill Murray and Richard Dreyfuss. I actually mentioned one time to NoFu when he popped up behind me while I was clipping my boogies one morning a few months ago that he was like "Bob" in that movie. Surprisingly he knew about the reference. I wouldn't have taken him for knowing much about movies since I frankly don't know when he finds time to watch movies what with his constant milling about the neighborhood all the livelong day, every freakin' day.
I guess every neighborhood has a NoFu, but I don't remember having any personal interaction with any other than perhaps the occasional nosey apartment manager like when I lived at Park Avenue or the nosey landlady like on Logee Street. But these are different since they have a vested "interest" in being nosey. They want to make sure you're not doing anything to their property they consider "wrong." Or they want to make sure you maintain employment so you can pay rent, or other such things. But NoFu is just the way he is because it's his nature.
Funny, when I copy and pasted this older pic I had of him for this post, I noticed he's wearing a wedding ring. I'm pretty sure he's not married. Maybe it's a wife that died. Is that a thing that a widower would wear his wedding ring years after his spouse has passed away? Doesn't he live with Broom Hilda, his girlfriend?
There's one thing for sure...NoFu knows where all the skeletons are buried in this hood. He may run out of his house at four in the morning and wave his flag to his Lord, he may press his nose right up to the glass of his neighbors bedroom windows to have a sneering look-see, he may get in tiffs with dude's who like their mail-order brides locked and loaded with an ample supply of Ping Pong balls in their coochie-coos, but best not really get on his bad side 'cause he also knows where the trailer park meth lab gangs hang out and he can probably get them to cut you into pieces anytime, anyplace.
That's what about NoFu, bitch!