Sometimes I feel I must move away from this neighbourhood. You know, vile neighbours who use bad language (including the f and c words), theft from my orchard, noise of every type: screaming kids (perpetual toddlers the woman next door take in for money; I pay with my sanity), leaf blowers (‘gardeners’ who service the properties surrounding me, everyone seem to work on a different day), renovation addicts using one ear-splitting tool after another (before the screaming kids arrive and after they left), dogs barking at me (when I’m moving around my own property)…but I may have to move off this planet to avoid them.
In the end, one resorts to philosophy. They are who they are and there’s nothing one can do about it. Let it go, let it go, let it go.