mastercraftsman

As I walked my dog this afternoon, which I don't often do because she gets plenty of exercise with the frisbee acrobatics, I took in the neighborhood behind me, which I'm not really a part of as I am not on anyone else's street.
I have the one big two acre plot surrounded by houses crammed next to each other. I originally liked the space, but I am really in the fishbowl, so to speak. I can be out throwing the frisbee with the dog and see drapes in thirteen different houses move when I scan in their direction. This was something I got over. I could be out mending a fence and downing beers and hit my finger and then hear someone laughing. No big deal except when crazy ex girlfriends got into arguments and the cops showed up mighty quick. Or building inspectors, whenever I built a workshop. People seem to forget this is supposed to be the land of the free, home of the brave, not land of the nosey and coward.
Anyway, I'm a man and can handle it, but DAMN sometimes it gets to me....
Today I passed a couple soccer moms strutting along like there was a fire drill and they had broomsticks up their asses. Powerwalkers. I smiled and waved half ass, like any good neighbor who has seen you around but doesn't know your name. I got the same pursed lips back. So Holly wants to turn around after we pass, and being a hundred pounds, she can drag me a bit. Funny, that turnabout just put me in earshot of a comment. "Well, at least he's out in the neighborhood...."
WTF. My ears were burning then for sure. That would seem to indicate I'd been the topic of conversation in the past. I don't have any ideas yet but I'm scheming a way to make everyone else look like retards but me. Yes, that would be cause for another big ass party....