I'm not proudhon of myself for stealing the title - indeed I have no title to it.
I've been involved in the distributing of unwanted stuff from a deceased estate - two doors down the hill from me. The house and adjacent lot are variously said to be worth somewhere between $A500,000 and $A2,000,000.
The detritus, the objects abandoned were only of nuisance value to the estate. I organised to have some of it cleaned and sold to raise money for the school my daughters attend - a lot of time and effort for a relatively small return. For my efforts I was bailed up in the Kauri Foreshore Hotel and accused of fraud.
The Mitchell Library has accessioned the family papers and photos which I think is better than them going into landfill. The Glebe Society has accepted a small number of objects into its collection and some has been included in a digital database of textile design. All good, I'd have thought.
I also forwarded on mail at the request of the last occupant of the house and the wife of the executor - seemed the neighbourly think to do. The result? - the executor now states that my redirecting of mail is a criminal act under some vague law relating to the carriage of postal items and that my touching the letter box is an act of trespass. It'll be a frosty night at Executor Mansions when the Post Office police drag me and his missus off on conspiracy charges.
Don't know the man, never met him, know nothing about him. Well, now I'm getting a sense of him. Up to a point I'd blame grief but this seems more like gold fever.
I think the whiff of free money brings out the creeps.
I also think that when someone makes a bizarre accusation against someone else it's usually a confession of a personal weakness and can be motivated by guilt and shame. Some kind of Jungian thing.
I accuse you of that which I am most disgusted of in my own character! You are the fraudster not me! You are the criminal, thief and unwelcome one, not me!
My bad resides in you, not me! I am good and you? You are bad! To the core!
It'll all blow over - bullies dissipate - little men shrink away - the greedy eat their young.
What is becoming more apparent is that my ex-neighbour's code of treating all people with patience, tolerance and respect has resulted in the assembling of a motley crew of dependents who display none of these attributes.
He was patient with the impatient, tolerant of the intolerable and acted with respect towards the unrespectable. His property going on the market was like a rock being lifted off a dark damp place.
I'm almost hoping the wreckers come through, pave it and put up a parking lot. Maybe we only get one good neighbour.