Some people need hobbies.
Okay, let me just preface this by saying I already know I'm being unreasonable and paranoid.
That said...
Our landlady has been over at our house every nice day we've had, with the possible exception of Labor Day, since the middle of August. I mean that very literally: every nice day. She's trying to get the house sale-ready, since she'll probably be trying to sell it next spring, and she figures there are little tasks she can take care of before snow flies. I understand that. But when she's coming over simply to weed our flowerbeds, it starts to feel a leeeetle bit like she just doesn't like the way we're taking care of the place. True, we don't have as much time as we'd like for putting into the upkeep of the yard, but it's the opposite extreme with her.
To add to my irritation, she has cut down our raspberry bush (because, she said, she didn't know what it was), dug out all the wildflowers I'd planted with the leftover seeds we gave out as wedding favors (admittedly, they look like a big tangle, but still) and quite inexplicably taken out a lily (that she planted) that I looked forward to seeing bloom every year. See this is where it's silly, because I know that we're hoping not to be living in this house long enough to enjoy any of those things again. And she owns the property, yes, so she technically can do what she likes with it. But since before we moved in she's been stressing the fact that she wants us to feel like this is our home. Kinda stops feeling that way when I find her car in my parking spot every bloody day.
Also, she apparently refuses to accept the notion that we have a dog. This is despite the fact that the previous residents had a dog, and we specifically asked her permission before we took in Bayer. She routinely leaves the gate open when she leaves (a few days ago we didn't realize this and Bayer got out into the street) and we only narrowly stopped her from removing the entire perimeter fence (she gave Allen a very blank look and a slow "Why?" when he said we needed to keep the fence up until we moved out).
I guess I should be glad she's helping us out by doing yard chores we haven't got time for, rather than feeling insulted, since I'm fairly sure she doesn't mean it that way. Maybe I'm bothered just as much by the fact that there's no longer anything for me to do outside when I do have time for it.
Oh well. Got that off my chest.
That said...
Our landlady has been over at our house every nice day we've had, with the possible exception of Labor Day, since the middle of August. I mean that very literally: every nice day. She's trying to get the house sale-ready, since she'll probably be trying to sell it next spring, and she figures there are little tasks she can take care of before snow flies. I understand that. But when she's coming over simply to weed our flowerbeds, it starts to feel a leeeetle bit like she just doesn't like the way we're taking care of the place. True, we don't have as much time as we'd like for putting into the upkeep of the yard, but it's the opposite extreme with her.
To add to my irritation, she has cut down our raspberry bush (because, she said, she didn't know what it was), dug out all the wildflowers I'd planted with the leftover seeds we gave out as wedding favors (admittedly, they look like a big tangle, but still) and quite inexplicably taken out a lily (that she planted) that I looked forward to seeing bloom every year. See this is where it's silly, because I know that we're hoping not to be living in this house long enough to enjoy any of those things again. And she owns the property, yes, so she technically can do what she likes with it. But since before we moved in she's been stressing the fact that she wants us to feel like this is our home. Kinda stops feeling that way when I find her car in my parking spot every bloody day.
Also, she apparently refuses to accept the notion that we have a dog. This is despite the fact that the previous residents had a dog, and we specifically asked her permission before we took in Bayer. She routinely leaves the gate open when she leaves (a few days ago we didn't realize this and Bayer got out into the street) and we only narrowly stopped her from removing the entire perimeter fence (she gave Allen a very blank look and a slow "Why?" when he said we needed to keep the fence up until we moved out).
I guess I should be glad she's helping us out by doing yard chores we haven't got time for, rather than feeling insulted, since I'm fairly sure she doesn't mean it that way. Maybe I'm bothered just as much by the fact that there's no longer anything for me to do outside when I do have time for it.
Oh well. Got that off my chest.