@nimh,
Talking with the new neighbor across the street.
I've been a little disgruntled as someone there parks a car, albeit new and nice, on the "greater lawn" - a bit of rock on sand off of the driveway. But it's hard for me to whine and be taken seriously, even if I wanted to verbalize not liking cars every which way in front of houses, since I've been gathering rocks in visible containers for quite a while now and my own yard is a work in slow progress.
Turns out the new neighbor is the daughter of the owner who was there when I moved here, a gracious older woman. She moved to live with her sister, and rented the place out, meanwhile telling me any renter would be glad to take all my (damn - my word) rocks. Then there were the renters. They didn't seem like they'd want rocks. I liked them too, to the extent I knew them, but worried about the kids, who bicycled at a young age off of driveways to the street with no clue re cars.
Then one day the renters disappeared..
So, despite the triangulated car on sand, I like the new neighbor well enough.