As I sit here typing this post I’m watching our neighbor’s sprinkler system water their lawn. Putting aside the fact that it is midday and the sun is at its hottest while the sprinkler system waters their lawn, I’ve found myself in a bit of a moral dilemma. The sort of dilemma that an observant, kind-hearted person, such as myself, could only find herself in.
Here’s the deal. We don’t have an automated lawn watering system. I am our watering system– complete with hoses, oscillating sprinklers, and a decidedly lethargic approach to lawn care. I water when the spirit moves me and in a random pattern when I get around to it.
Our neighbors, on the other hand, have a perfectly positioned, professionally maintained sprinkler system that evenly and consistently waters their grass. Or at least that’s what the neighbors, who are never here at midday, think is happening.
The reality is that the men who positioned the sprinkler heads have sent the water shooting into a tree and a wall, which is causing the water to bounce back into small portions of our lawn instead of evenly watering the neighbor’s lawn.
Now the angelic [do good] part of my being is saying that I really should go over to the neighbor’s house and tell them that their sprinkler system is amiss… that their professionals have made a mistake or two when positioning the sprinkler heads.
But the devilish [lazy butt] part of my being is shouting “yes! less lawn for me to water” and resists making the effort to tell the neighbors what’s really going on with their lawn… figuring that it is up to them to monitor their own property.
So there you have it, my gentle readers. A moral dilemma. In a non-friendly suburb. Noted by me because I pay attention.
What say ‘ye? Do I tell them, or not?
THE SPECTACLED BEAN 