I just bought the home that I grew up in because my parents died and it needs a LOT of work. I work full time at night, I'm on call a lot, don't have much money right now, and I'm in school. I'm fixing things up as fast as I can, but my lawn mower went up last summer and I could not afford a new one. I borrowed my brother's mower, but that's hard because he lives in a different state. This summer I finally saved up enough money to get one, and I just put it together. In the meantime, this one old woman on my block won't leave me alone about it. She calls all hours of the day when I have asked her not to call after 12 unless it is an emergency because of my schedule, and she leaves these nasty messages about how the whole neighborhood just can't deal with me anymore and my yard is too messy and it looks horrible and they don't want me here, etc. She keeps threatening to call the county and have a citation placed against me (she did this last summer, it was very upsetting because I told her I was working something out but could not afford the citation)! I could get over a simple, "You really need to mow your grass" call, but they're getting wierd - calls with her rambling about how we're all going to get rats and it will be my fault (?), etc. She goes to all the neighbors on our end of the block complaining about me, has solicited lawn services to come to my house to talk to me (then called and left more harassing messages when I turn them away because I cannot afford them), etc. The worst part is, no one else is complaining, lots of other yards have grass as high as mine, I have talked to her about my situation, and SHE WATCHED ME PUTTING A LAWN MOWER TOGETHER RIGHT BEFORE SHE LEFT THE LAST MESSAGE!!!!! It got dark before I finished, so I didn't get back to it until today. I was so angry at the voice mail I chose not to cut my lawn, but called the county police and found out I can mow my grass at 6am, so from now on, even if I have to take vacation time every 2 weeks and leave work early, I will be out there at 6:00 on the dot, dragging her wrinkled old ass out of bed with the sound of my mower. Oh yeah, one week I had to go out of town for my job, so I didn't have any garbage to put out on garbage day (I wasn't home to make any). She left 6 messages on my voice mail that day about me "letting trash pile up" and the neighbors "weren't going to put up with it", then made it a point to call right in the middle of the afternoon every day before trash day after that to "remind" me to put my trash out. I can only think my parents must have made some enemies around here I didn't know about, but I thought I was doing something good here. I'll tell you, as soon as I can get the place fixed up a little and get out from under my contract with this mortgage company, I am SO out of here.