We put this mobile home here for my mom and dad to live in, back in 1986 when we first learned Daddy had lung cancer. Daddy passed away in 1987, and Mother continued to live here until she decided she needed to move into a facility for old folks... I think about six years ago.
We debated about what we'd do with the trailor: My only chance of an unimpeded view from my house is in that direction. I used to be able to see the sun coming up there. I have houses around me in every direction except north, and Cliff's shop blocks that view.
Since our finances were tight, we decided to try renting the place out, although we had our doubts. After all, the front door of the trailor is only about 30 yards from the door we use in and out of our house. And what if we got the kind of renters that don't pay their rent, but refuse to move out when you ask them?
A family of four ended up moving there. Dad was (and still is) a trucker, so he was seldom home. The boy was nine, I believe; and the girl was eleven. It's a small mobile home with only two bedrooms, and we didn't expect them to be there long. We had a "no pets" rule, but that ended when they found a kitten in the middle of the road somewhere, and the daughter asked Cliff if she could keep it in their house.
Later on, we realized that we'd be getting rid of the dumpy-looking trailor once they left, anyhow; so we gave them permission to have a Mini-pin. Before long, they added yet another, much-larger, dog to their household.
They're still here. For the most part, they've paid the $275 monthly rent on time; when they couldn't, they'd pay half of it, and give us the remainder the next week.
However, that $275 is seeming like less all the time. The kids are older now, and other kids gather in their yard, hanging around until 10 PM and later. I can't wear just my nightgown to go out to my barn in the dark, because I never know who's outside. If someone in my house raises her voice (no, Cliff and I don't fight, but he's almost deaf, and I have to yell sometimes to get him to hear me) anything we say is liable to be reported around the neighborhood.
I want my privacy. I want to look out my bedroom window and see the sun coming up again. I want my home back.