nosy jealous concerned neighbor took it upon herself to call the zoning board to make sure we had a permit to have our pool put in. Funny she hadn't noticed it until now. But I did find her behavior the other day a little unusual. Gary was on the deck installing the ladder and I was catching some rays. She kept pacing in her yard and watching us. I'm pretty sure she is the same unidentified caller that commanded me to take Gracie inside when she was barking (several years ago) in the yard. Funny how she will never leave her name. Just, "a neighbor". Lets call her mystery woman. Some people are miserable... and they want to make everyone else that way too. How is my pool hurting her? And what does she care if we have a pool permit or not? The pool is behind a 6ft privacy fence and if she hadn't seen us on the deck the other day she would not have even known a pool existed.
The pool was installed in 2013 and yes, the contractors were to file for a permit and I'm quite sure we have that permit. Somewhere. Zoning must have lost it. Another mystery.
We searched high and low. We found receipts for everything from the king size bed we purchased several years ago to a ten year old computer. But no pool papers.
And so we needed to contact the contractor who installed the pool. We paid cash... so no canceled checks nor credit card statement with the purchase.
We cannot even remember the name of the contractor!
So, we let our fingers do the walking through the yellow pages.. or rather.. online. No luck.
It seems the pool permit is just as much a mystery as the mystery woman concerned about the permit. As is the name, address and phone number of the contractor.
Somewhere. In this home of disorganization. Lives a large, clear bag with a receipt, warranty, and permit and with the letters POOL on the outside.
We sent the $25 fine to the zoning office and signed a paper with the pool plans and now we will receive a permit in the mail. And hopefully
Ms. Busybody our concerned neighbor can rest easy and enjoy her life as we will be enjoying ours.
Why can't people be more like dogs?