A truce? →[More:]
Shortly after moving into my new house, my neighbor, Leo, had knee surgery. So... I decided to mow his front lawn. He liked it, but he didn't like it. He and his wife brought us something to pay it back: A bowl homemade potato salad (it was delicious).
The feud continued: I mowed again, they brought taco salad. Again; meatloaf.
Finally he called me over and announced that the following week, he would mow is lawn...and my lawn. He said his doctor wanted him to get more exercise and mowing the lawn would be therapeutic.
So the next weekend, I didn't mow my lawn. Neither did he. I wasn't going to give in, and steadfastly refused to mow the lawn. Finally toward the end of the next week, he mowed his lawn and my lawn.
But now the balance was off. Mrs. Doohickie came to the rescue: She made a cheesecake for Leo and Kathy. So now I think we're all even and perhaps peace will reign.