Where’s Tom Sawyer when you need him

Hurricane Katrina had greatly damaged the fence that offered privacy between the property we were renting and the property behind. After years of coaxing with owner, little did we know that when finally the fence would be removed that it would be several more years before landlord/owner would replace it. So here is a photograph of what we lived with interim to getting that new fence. After years of waiting, battling with owner, and my husband negotiating with neighbors on behalf of lazy landlord who clearly had zero negotiating skills, the new fence was finally in place.

Now the month-to-month battle to paint it. I offered on several instances to paint the fence as I had experience working on a farm in doing such work. Owner wanted it done for nothing apparently, because he repeatedly declined. Instead, he enlisted, or coerced, his inexperienced and indifferent twin to take a stab at it

What a disaster!

These represent just a small sampling of photographs of the slapdash hack job that was done by owner’s twin.

As with everything else over the years, owner knew it all, never taking one word of advice on how to do anything properly. In short, after nearly a year, the fence remains half-painted on one side, and not painted at all on the other. The one side that was attempted is so badly painted, a blind one-armed monkey would have done a finer job. I don’t know how the Hunters Creek Homeowners (or Homeogres, as many residents term it) Association allows this to slide so long, without fine or action.