Don't do it, 'geezer. Once you open that up, it's tough to go back. The kids will think they have free rein to come over each night, play in your yard, and interrupt you while you're watching
Golden Girls.
My mom stayed with me for the first two months of my rehab. Prior to that, I had a good relationship with all of my neighbors with restrictions: Don't bother me unless your favor is an emergency, limit our in-person conversations to pleasantries lasting no longer than 30 seconds, and be content with a smile and wave when we would drive past one another.
But the more times she has been out there, she has grown increasingly confident in being more outgoing when she sees the neighbors. Now, even though she is gone, I have to hear stories from the neighbors about their grandchildren coming to visit, about their build-out of their custom RV, and about their children starting to notice girls at a young age.
I don't care. I don't want to answer your questions. And I definitely don't want you knocking on my door with a cake you made.
I think you must have hacked into my security cameras. My place is the end of a walkway. Unless you're coming to drop off a cake to me, there is absolutely no reason for anybody to walk to my house let alone in front of it or past it.
Yet, last week, my cameras picked up a random woman who walked all of the way down just so she could pick roses and other flowers in front of my place. She walked away with a small bouquet. B!tch, I spend $240/month for people to landscape that area including the flowers.
Then, a few days later, the little fvcking terrors who live in the neighborhood drove their montrosities to the end. Along the walkway, they took out chunks of greenery, flowers, and created a mess. So I got my phone out to record them in case I need to tell their parents to lock them in the garage: