privacy, or the lack thereof

It's really bugging me that creepy red-house-too-close-to-the-yellow house person can essentially see into my kitchen. It really hadn't occurred to me before to have blinds on the dining room window. But it's occurring to me now.

Two nights in a row, dude has spent quite a bit of time gazing out his back doorway, and tonight, dude's wife is at the kitchen sink.

I think one major factor is that we have such big trees out back, and now all the leaves are gone, there's no buffer between yards.

They can see me right now, typing. That is, if they were looking. And I'm too creeped out to check if they are.