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It looks like you're building a really cool place, JMB... Maybe they're all just jealous?
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Workshop sooner?!
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Well Tom I defo jealous! I'd love to have enough work to build my very own workshop.
JMB hopefully ull have that CNC going flat out shortly so
JMB hopefully ull have that CNC going flat out shortly so
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'Sorry, I meant that the obstructionists are jealous. The officials, neighbors, etc...
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Lol Tom no bad feelings. [big grin]
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How's your build going now [poke] [dead horse]
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Deansocial said:
Haaahaa you noob! I know why you posted! sh!t head lol!
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jmbfestool said:
It's going that well then. [tongue] [big grin]
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Your havin a bad run of luck with the build JMB [sad]
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jmbfestool said:
I bet that's what they said to the other guy too. [tongue]
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Kev said:
I believe in karma. Just hope it comes around sooner rather than later for the farmer.
When i moved here, I had noticed that nearly every yard had a truck of some kind parked in it. I had three. The property was on a dead end road way back in the woods and a dirt road going past. I bought it on the first look.
To make this story short (it actually spans about five short stories in my files), eventually, the town zoning officer approached me telling me he had a complaint (actually, i had been down the same road a couple of years earlier with another neighbor >>> same solution to sort it out. read on.) about my equipment and materials (masonry materials) that were piled neatly along one side of property. We had a rather long, and amiable, conversation and i finally told the officer I was going to buy a 12 acre lot and put everything in the middle.
He told me I was in the only area of the town where I could legally park even a pickup truck. I had a few slightly unprintable comments to that, but came up with a better plan.
I told him that I was really a mislocated old dairy farmer. I would love to be continuing in agriculture There are several things a farmer needs to consider himself to be real. One item is a lot of land. I have 1/2 acre. Certainly on that point, I could not qualify as any self-respecting farmer.
A farmer likes to grow a lot of food. That little 1/2 acre of mine is more rock than soil. Ain’t gonna qualify.
A farmer needs big buildings, atleast a barn, or storage shed. Out on my back lot, there ain’t enough space for much more than a 13 x 13 shed. I don’t think that measures up.
A farmer today needs lots of equipment. You are telling me I can’t keep equipment, not even a tractor on my piece of ground. That’s the worst hit yet.
A farmer likes to have lots of animals around. At least a farmer with my dairying background. Oh, this is getting worse all the time.
But! Wait a minute Mister! I just realized something. You know, that little corner up on my back hillside is just about big enough for a 13 x13 shed. There is just the right slope, and the soil has perfect drainage properties that into that shed, I could keep about six hogs and a billy goat. Now, I would like that.
With that, the zoning officer started heading for his own truck and laughing his head off. “You go right ahead with those hogs.” He was doubling over with laughture by then.
“Are you kidding? You’d have me in jail in two days if I did that.”
“No I wouldn’t. There is nothing of any town ordinance or regulation that says anything about raising pigs and goats. You can raise all the pigs you want and there is nothing I can do about it.” As he drove off, he gave me a big salute and I could see, and almost hear him laughing all the way down my driveway.
There is more to this tale, but let’s just say that when I informed the complaining neighbor that some time a few years earlier I had fixed his septic system (for previous owner) that had been breaking out onto my property and if I were going to have to sell, I should do some landscaping and planting of trees along the line. I just couldn’t remember where I had installed a clay plug on my side of the line. That plug was the only way the effluent had been stopped and with my terrible luck, I was so afraid I might hit it and we would have sewage running out onto my hillside all over again.
You know, within less than two seconds of thinking about my problem, I went from being #1 bad guy to the finest neighbor the man had ever known. ;D
Tinker
Note for JMB: I'm not aiming this story at you and taking your farmer's side. I had a neighbor problem and had some fun with the solution. I think, even with your complaints, you are having some fun with your battles. It can be an agrevation, but your sense of humor seems still in tact. i think your farmer friend doesn't realize who he is up against. I'm getting some chuckles out of your battles. Keep hanging in there.
WHT
To make this story short (it actually spans about five short stories in my files), eventually, the town zoning officer approached me telling me he had a complaint (actually, i had been down the same road a couple of years earlier with another neighbor >>> same solution to sort it out. read on.) about my equipment and materials (masonry materials) that were piled neatly along one side of property. We had a rather long, and amiable, conversation and i finally told the officer I was going to buy a 12 acre lot and put everything in the middle.
He told me I was in the only area of the town where I could legally park even a pickup truck. I had a few slightly unprintable comments to that, but came up with a better plan.
I told him that I was really a mislocated old dairy farmer. I would love to be continuing in agriculture There are several things a farmer needs to consider himself to be real. One item is a lot of land. I have 1/2 acre. Certainly on that point, I could not qualify as any self-respecting farmer.
A farmer likes to grow a lot of food. That little 1/2 acre of mine is more rock than soil. Ain’t gonna qualify.
A farmer needs big buildings, atleast a barn, or storage shed. Out on my back lot, there ain’t enough space for much more than a 13 x 13 shed. I don’t think that measures up.
A farmer today needs lots of equipment. You are telling me I can’t keep equipment, not even a tractor on my piece of ground. That’s the worst hit yet.
A farmer likes to have lots of animals around. At least a farmer with my dairying background. Oh, this is getting worse all the time.
But! Wait a minute Mister! I just realized something. You know, that little corner up on my back hillside is just about big enough for a 13 x13 shed. There is just the right slope, and the soil has perfect drainage properties that into that shed, I could keep about six hogs and a billy goat. Now, I would like that.
With that, the zoning officer started heading for his own truck and laughing his head off. “You go right ahead with those hogs.” He was doubling over with laughture by then.
“Are you kidding? You’d have me in jail in two days if I did that.”
“No I wouldn’t. There is nothing of any town ordinance or regulation that says anything about raising pigs and goats. You can raise all the pigs you want and there is nothing I can do about it.” As he drove off, he gave me a big salute and I could see, and almost hear him laughing all the way down my driveway.
There is more to this tale, but let’s just say that when I informed the complaining neighbor that some time a few years earlier I had fixed his septic system (for previous owner) that had been breaking out onto my property and if I were going to have to sell, I should do some landscaping and planting of trees along the line. I just couldn’t remember where I had installed a clay plug on my side of the line. That plug was the only way the effluent had been stopped and with my terrible luck, I was so afraid I might hit it and we would have sewage running out onto my hillside all over again.
You know, within less than two seconds of thinking about my problem, I went from being #1 bad guy to the finest neighbor the man had ever known. ;D
Tinker
Note for JMB: I'm not aiming this story at you and taking your farmer's side. I had a neighbor problem and had some fun with the solution. I think, even with your complaints, you are having some fun with your battles. It can be an agrevation, but your sense of humor seems still in tact. i think your farmer friend doesn't realize who he is up against. I'm getting some chuckles out of your battles. Keep hanging in there.
WHT
We had just started on a new site. My part of the contract was some of the excavation work, such as drainage and working with electricians for electric line burial as well as all of the masonry. I had moved my TLB onto the site in preparation for moving materials for both the contractor and myself. I had gone to the job the next afternoon to check on a lumber delivery for the builder. I had parked my truck some 200 feet away from the job as there was a whole lot of mud from two days of rain and frost melting out of the ground. As I walked up the hill and into the clearing, i noticed a couple of young backsides disappearing into the woods and down the other side of the hill. I immediately glanced towards my backhoe and noticed the fuel cap had been removed. Scattered around the lumber piles were signs of somebody having tried to break the banding, but all piles were still in tact. There were a couple of nail cartons that had been smashed open and a few nails were scattered around on top of the lumber piles. Luckilly, the nails had not been pushed or swept onto the muddy ground and it took me only a few minutes to clean them off of the lumber and into a couple of buckets i had left on the job along with my mortar tubs and mason tools such as shovels and hoes. I then checked the fuel tank drain on my backhoe to hopefully find no sand or mud. I must have arrived just in time as there was no problem with my machine.
My next step, for which there was no great rush, was to load two bicycles on to my truck. i wrote a note addressed "To Bike Owners" telling them my name and phone number. I told them when they could call me for return of those bikes. They had to call me within a certain time period, otherwise I would search the neighborhood for the owners parents. When i got home, i called the contractor to let him know about the vandalism and told him I was sure there would be no more such problem on that site.
Sure enough, I got the phone call i had suggested. I told the young lad that i would return the bikes to his yard. i wanted a list of all of his friends who had been involved, their names, addresses and phone numbers. Unless i had that information, I was going to keep the bikes and make a trip around the neighborhood asking each parent if they recognized the bikes. The boy could name the time for me to return the bikes.
Within the hour, i got another call giving me a time for the exchange. i was sure the kid had arranged a time when parents were not going to be around to complicate matters. The whole exchange went without a glitch and armed with addresses and all, i informed both kids that if any vandalism, no matter how slight, were to occur, no matter how slight, i was going to take my list to the police together with a full report of everything that had happened from the beginning of our job until whenever. For the next few months, i saw both kids waiting at their bus stops every morning. i always waved a friendly greeting and after a few mornings, they began waving back, and even seemed to be watching for me. I stopped and chatted with them a few times in the afternoons as I might see them riding along their road after school.
They were really good boys who just happened to have gotten into a bit of mischief one afternoon. It was fortunate for them that the one who caught them had a sense of humor and that person did not report them. I don't know if their parents ever found out about the little episode, but they did not find out from either the builder or me. AND, we never had any further vandalism on that site. :
Tinker
My next step, for which there was no great rush, was to load two bicycles on to my truck. i wrote a note addressed "To Bike Owners" telling them my name and phone number. I told them when they could call me for return of those bikes. They had to call me within a certain time period, otherwise I would search the neighborhood for the owners parents. When i got home, i called the contractor to let him know about the vandalism and told him I was sure there would be no more such problem on that site.
Sure enough, I got the phone call i had suggested. I told the young lad that i would return the bikes to his yard. i wanted a list of all of his friends who had been involved, their names, addresses and phone numbers. Unless i had that information, I was going to keep the bikes and make a trip around the neighborhood asking each parent if they recognized the bikes. The boy could name the time for me to return the bikes.
Within the hour, i got another call giving me a time for the exchange. i was sure the kid had arranged a time when parents were not going to be around to complicate matters. The whole exchange went without a glitch and armed with addresses and all, i informed both kids that if any vandalism, no matter how slight, were to occur, no matter how slight, i was going to take my list to the police together with a full report of everything that had happened from the beginning of our job until whenever. For the next few months, i saw both kids waiting at their bus stops every morning. i always waved a friendly greeting and after a few mornings, they began waving back, and even seemed to be watching for me. I stopped and chatted with them a few times in the afternoons as I might see them riding along their road after school.
They were really good boys who just happened to have gotten into a bit of mischief one afternoon. It was fortunate for them that the one who caught them had a sense of humor and that person did not report them. I don't know if their parents ever found out about the little episode, but they did not find out from either the builder or me. AND, we never had any further vandalism on that site. :
Tinker
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