At the beginning of the week when I got home there was a basketball hoop — not in our front yard but as close to our front yard as you could get without being in our front yard.

I admit, my first instinct was to be alarmed. But I’m glad we live on a street where the kids play outside and it couldn’t possibly be that big of a problem so I forgot about it.

Later Bob came home and said: Honey, there’s a basketball hoop in our yard.

It’s not in our yard and it will be fine, I told him.

As I have mentioned before, I get up at 5:30 on weekdays so I go to bed at 9:30. I barely had my head on the pillow and it started: thump! thump! thump!

And really what I was thinking is: Oh no. Am I going to have to be the wicked neighbor?

This is really the *only* time I would complain about hearing a basketball thumping in the front yard. It wasn’t that bad and only lasted about 5 minutes so everything may still be fine.

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