I recently posted about some drama in our tiny neighborhood, and am sorry to report that it’s only gotten worse.
Today, a surveyor came to check a height pole that had previously been approved by the county. Whether or not the height is correct is beside the point — in all probability, it is lower than the allowed limit. That will be decided by mathematics.
What disturbs me is hearing that a group of neighbors decided to hang out in the street and on lawn chairs to eavesdrop and comment throughout this process to… do what? Intimidate the people who are building the home? Make the surveyor nervous? Register their disapproval of something without having all the facts?
Several were people who believe themselves to be devout Christians. I have to wonder: Is indulging in malicious gossip, spreading misinformation, and jealousy masquerading as “concern”, what Jesus would do?
Have you ever regretted volunteering for something? That’s the position in which I find myself this week.
As a member of the homeowners’ association board, way too much of my time is currently spent trying to navigate the petty disputes that constantly crop up between neighbors.
While I’m sympathetic to the concerns being raised on both sides of the latest kerfuffle (and deeply grateful to my fellow board members who share this thankless job), I am bone-tired of trying to be mom/cop/shrink/legal interpreter to a bunch of adults acting like whiny children – especially since I’m only actually qualified in the first category. Arrgh.
In between e-mail barrages, phone calls and meetings, I’m putting the stress to more productive use by pounding some dough.
My weapon of choice!
Current baking challenge: the definitive buttermilk biscuit. Two recipes down so far, each pretty good but in need of adjustment.
Plus, more decisions to make: Cookie sheet or cast iron skillet? Butter, shortening or a combo? Baking soda as well as baking powder? Rolling pin or flatten by hand?
At least they don’t talk back.
If anyone has a recipe they love, please share! xxxx