Portland Porch Painter
guest blog by Nila Ridings
One the the greatest things about this Neighbors At War website is it brings people together in a very unusual way. Most women meet for coffee, a museum tour, book club, or quilting retreat to enhance their social lives. Men meet for a beer, golf outing, or a fishing trip to Alaska. But regardless of our “outside” interests we all “meet” every day or a few times per week on this website. Are we just compelled to read about the sickness that prevails in America’s HOAs? Or are we hoping for an outside chance of some humor to be found here?
This story was sent to me by a friend who finds herself reading the fascinating entertainment of Neighbors At War has become part of her daily routine. She sends me emails that only say: “OMG!” or “CRAZY!” or “NO WAY!” And on a rare occasion she sends “LOL!” With each passing day she is more and more thankful she does not live in an HOA! Today, she sent this story from Portland. I see a good deal of humor in it, so I’m sharing.
Thank you, MG for emailing the link! (I’m using initials to protect identity since her home is surrounded by HOAs. I don’t want her to end up on the area’s HOA radar screen and become their newest target)
This gal lives in Portland and tells her story of the challenging and tiring efforts she made to paint her front porch. She shares the pictures and it’s obvious she likes her house to look cheerful and welcoming. She shares her back story of what a painted porch meant in her growing up days. It certainly would not hold that meaning in the HOAs of America. It could be the catalyst to having her house foreclosed on by the HOA but she was brave…and now…she awaits the arrival of the Porch Paint Nazis.
I hope this story will make you smile, too!