Monday, April 28, 2008

Rough week...

by CTLP, Sunday, April 27, 2008

So- I am a big time creature of habit. When things are going great- I am loathe to change things up. If I go to Subway I get the exact same sub every single time. When I first rode the Mt. Tom trail on my first mtn bike trip to Arcadia- I liked it so much that I did not bother to find a different trail to ride for several years. When Mrs. CTLP and I bought the 'Crayons Ranch' we did so with the thought that it would be the last move we would ever make. It was our own little private slice of happiness, tucked way in the back with no visible neighbors and suited us perfectly. Can't see the road from the house or the house from the road- that is- until the property next door was sold.

My neighbor called me on Thursday night to give me an advance warning (knowing that I work from home and do not regularly venture down the road) as he noticed the brusher parked in the driveway on the property that was just sold on the other side of me. The new owners told my neighbor that they were planning to do 'a little thinning out of the cedar where it encroached on the field' toward my house.



By the time I got home from swimming on Friday morning, the Detroit Diesel was fired up and clearing within feet of the property line. I guess by 'clearing a few of the cedars' they really meant- the cedar, the beautiful stand of birch, the hemlock, the maple, the oak, the chesnut and anything growing that provided a nice buffer between the direction our house faces and the road. I generally like to see big equipment operate, but the rate at which this one ate away all that forest was incredibly sad. Another neighbor across the street came over soon after I got home (said he heard the commotion and thought that I was under seige- wanted to know if I needed a hand beating back the invaders) and after talking for a couple of minutes all he could do was stare at the destruction and shake his head. He and his wife were talking with a third neighbor later on that day and like most people around here they are also not fond of people who come in and just start smashing. People here integrate with the community, and don't try to make the community conform to them as they tend to quickly learn that it is a losing proposition.

After Mrs. CTLP got home from work (after enduring my mid-day half hour full on rant where I voiced my opinion that we should move if they clear down to the road) we took a walk to survey the damage:



Mrs. CTLP voiced her displeasure over our new found 'view':



On our way back home, I noticed that in order to pluck one offending pair of birch trees, they managed to run over what might be one of the outer grave markers in the historical cemetary between our property. Real classy.



So now from our front porch you can watch (and as a bonus clearly hear) the cars going up and down our road. As soon as they manage to chip and clear all of the trees they destroyed it will be even more clear- but by that time some of the leaves from the trees that are on our property will have leaves on them and hopefully provide us partial screening for at least half of the year.



It has taken me a little while to cool off some, but all day today while I was working around the house I had to hear them knocking down more trees and stripping the dead branches off of the remaining cedar. Pisses me off royally that they did not even extend the common courtesy to talk with us first and take the time to consider the impact this would have on their new neighbor. Granted, this probably seems quite overblown to most due in part to my obsessiveness and the relative space that I still enjoy. Besides- what right do I have to say what should or should not be done with property that someone else bought and pay taxes on? For all I know- they are clearing that area out and are going to replace it with a fast growing evergreen screen and all this stress will be for somewhat mitigated. It would be one thing if they wanted to reclaim the field to cultivate it again- that I could get behind and would understand. But apparently all they have plans for is subdividing and putting up another house. So right now all I have is utter disappointment. If there is one thing that I can not abide it is people that decide they want to 'move to the country' then proceed to try and make it look like the suburbs, then get the heebie-jeebies when a cricket chirps and leave town. If you want to move to the country- LEAVE IT NATURAL. When you develop the country- it is no longer... the country... Pretty f'n simple.

One bonus to this, though Sleepy- the deer will be much less likely to bed down in the field, and I hope that translates into less deer trying to take out my car in my driveway at 3:30 in the morning...

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Roads are for people

Around here in the Beermuda triangle there are three kinds of roads. Dirt, Paved, and Superhighways. Pretty much all have two lanes, most don't have a reasonable bike lane, but on all except the superhighways that's okay.

On dirt roads you can ride a bike down the middle of the right lane, and not feel worried that anyone is going to kill you cause everyone else (cars, horses, chickens running across the road, deer, etc) are all going around 10-20mph too. Speed delta, 10mph max. Kinda like a big campground...

On paved roads, where there's repaired potholes, narrow sections, kids riding bikes, horses, cars, etc. All keep speed somewhere around 40 mph. Speed delta, 10-30mph. Getting up there, but, again, probably not going to kill you.

On Superhighways, they are perfectly paved, widened, sight lines fixed, and people freaking fly. I mean.. like 60mph is very likely. On a bike, or walking, someone going 60 is going to liquify you. Plus, those are the roads people want to drive on, given a choice.

I just found out that the town is going to turn FIVE scenic, mellow, farmside paved roads around here into superhighways over the next five years. No Bike Lanes.

Man... I swear... I'm going to keep riding my bike on them until someone liquifies me.

Friday, March 2, 2007

Where Fiddlesticks Used To Be

If you didn't grow up in or around Rhode Island, you won't get the joke.

That is this: Most folks around here are physically incapable of giving directions to anywhere without referencing at least one landmark that's no longer there.

One in particular favorite landmark is the old grocery store chain: Almacs. (Yes, I remember where at least three Almacs Used To Be, and yes, I still occasionally use the phrase "Turn by where Almacs used to be".... )

Anyhow... Tonight's the Big Night, a Stop and Shop is opening "Where Fiddlesticks Used To Be".

In honor of the momentous occasion of yet another RI landmark being bulldozed for development (don't forget the Tent among others...) I'm starting a new blog... this one won't be updated very often, just when old sh*t gets bulldozed for new sh*t. New blog is:

http://where-almacs-used-to-be.blogspot.com/

And yes, I'm sure as hell going to the new grocery store tonight with Mrs 40, beats driving another 4-5 miles to wickford to $hop at Daves Market. I'll take pictures.
-40

(Cross posted on the Pandapas Blog)