
My next door neighbors are definitely moving, which makes this the best day of my life. They were loading bedroom furniture into a truck yesterday and I could see through their door that the living room was empty. Julie, the mother, and Lindsay, the teenage daughter, have been okay. They aren't particularly friendly, but they don't cause any trouble, either. Sixteen year old Hayden is a different matter. Ava got confused with his name and she calls him Cadance, which Stephanie and I enjoy, so we call him that as well. Cadance is a skater-punk hoodlum who is constantly vandalizing the neighborhood, screaming obscenities at his mother, and just generally hanging out on his driveway with his friends and doing stupid things.
One of my first encounters with Cadance's mischeif was when we returned from Mexico two or three years ago and found that various items had been thrown into my big pine tree in my front yard. Those items included a Styrofoam airplane, a Nerf football, several lengths of pipe, 2 brooms, three rakes, and a lawn chair. All of these were stuck in my tree. He and his friends have stolen several shopping carts and they get in and race down the road or down single guy's driveway. They like to golf around the neighborhood and there are constantly divots in my front yard as well as golf balls, rocks, and horse chestnuts that occasionally go flying across my front yard. My garage window was broken a few months ago and I'm pretty sure golfing was to blame. Another neighbor called the police about the golfing a couple of months ago and since then they have been using whiffle balls. I called the police about a year ago when I saw them blowing up cans of Tag body spray by setting them out in the street and dousing them with gasoline.
Needless to say I am not going to miss Cadance. I do wonder what they are going to do with the house as they have not yet put it up for sale or rent. Cross your fingers for me that good neighbors move in.