Well they've been at it again all summer long. This time they built a wooden screen along their covered sundeck to block my evil eye stares at them. (and presumably hide their semi permanent outdoor kitchen now.) All they need now is outdoor plumbing.
Anyways, I've learnt to tolerate it now; it doesn't bother me as much. But it still is a bone of contention with me, like a pet peeve.
The husband tried to engage in small talk earlier this year in trying to offer some of his stuff from their garage, like unused shelving and stuff, I just flat out refused and said No, I don't need any and continued to do my own thing outside. (Man do I need shelving...) After that, there's been no communication. Flitting eye contact but no communication. I'd rev my bike to spite them, but then I'd be angering the rest of my sardines, which I don't particularly want to do. I walk out in my underwear sometimes, but that's just because it's freaking hot in the house, and they've got central AC. Bastards!!!!
No fence either, which is good.
I might try to muster up a quick low toned, "hey" with a quick chin up nod, but no more than that. It's a start, right.