Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

It is a dark and stormy day, but here we all appreciate rain.  Our sometime next door neighbors have pushed us yet again to have a tree trimmed that is impacting them, and though it is reasonable, they expect us to do it the next day when they ask us.  So yesterday they had their tree guy come over and talk to us.  He seemed nice enough, but when we've tried to cooperate with trimming in the past, they pay $100 and we pay $1000.  They treat us like peons on an estate they own.  We always swear we won't get upset, and we always do.  She called two weeks before Christmas and I said I'd take care of it, but evidently I didn't stop my trip, grandchildren's birthdays and other events to GET RIGHT ON IT.  So they call their own guy.  He thinks we've agreed to pay the total costs for the tree trimming, and yet won't tell us what the cost will be.  Now we have to call someone else to get an estimate, and right in the middle of a trip of mine, a wedding, and a meeting etc.  Mi agenda, tu agenda.  Lots of deep breathing will be required, and my heart sinks whenever they call or knock on the door.  They always want us to do something.  In the past I have checked on their house for them, given keys when they got locked out, agreed to multiple requests to move large hot tubs across our property, give them the name of our gardeners, and in other ways, been a good neighbor.  But it is a one way street.  They clearly see us as an impediment.  The 10 years they lived elsewhere is beginning to be, in retrospect, quite lovely.  I long for their absence again.