[Aaargh! I just wrote a long reply, but when I hit submit my connection was lost… I hate that!]
Reconstructing what I remember…
Thank you to everyone who has offered support/suggestions/ieas!
BTW, first I have to say I had a brain fart when I posted this morning. The distances to the lot lines are 50 and 70 feet, not yards as I wrote. I’m sorry if that would have changed anyone’s opinions.
As to what I plan to do or say about this: as little as I can.
Starting immediately I won’t open the blinds in the morning. Which is a nuisance, since the light helps me wake up, but as Metalhead said, I’m not going to feel comfortable anyway now that I know about Little Peeping Tom. Longer term, I think I’ll see about getting that slider either frosted or stained-glassed. Either should take care of ‘spoiling’ the view.
Hopefully Evil Mother will see that I am keeping the blinds closed, and she’ll let it drop. (fingers crossed, anyway.)
As for Tom himself, I don’t plan to say anything to him. I’ve never heard anything against the boy in the past, and he is very young – right around 13 I’d say. I’ll chalk it up to Newly Raging Hormones overriding conscience/manners and let it go. After all, it’s not like I’m afraid of the kid. Besides, I’m sure EM is already making his life miserable over this, so no need to pile on.
As most of you guessed, the real problem is EM. I was warned about her before we even moved in. You see, she’s sort of paranoid, the kind of person who, if the slightest thing doesn’t go exactly how she wanted, assumes the other party is doing it as a deliberate attack on herself. For example, if your paperboy fails to bag your paper properly and some of it blows into her yard? Well, clearly you were jealous of her landscaping and are trying to trash it out of spite. If your dog barks, well, you knew somehow she had a headache and you’re deliberately making your dog bark to torment her.
She is involved in long-term feuds with three other families in the neighborhood over the most amazing trivia. Stuff like, who’s cat has ‘trespassed’ through whose yard. Or someone not raking their yard ‘soon enough’ and so extra leaves blew into her yard. Or that one of the neighbors dared put up a basketball hoop, and when the kids shoot hoops they laugh and shout to each other. (We’re talking midafternoon, not wee hours of the morning.) It’s always something.
Before yesterday I’d manage to keep my interaction with her down to a casual handwave if she happened to be in her yard when I came home from work. Now I’m afraid her attention has been drawn to me, and I can expect to be added to her List of Enemies and subjected to ongoing complaints.