Pout

I’m sad.

My neighbors are moving soon.  I popped over to see them tonight and discovered they are working on using up all the food in their freezer. One less thing to pack and transport.

They’re not moving far but they’ve been next door for almost fifteen years.  I hand picked them.  When the woman who used to live there was getting married and informed me she intended to rent her house I directed them immediately to it.  It’s been so great, having them there.

As I said, they’re not moving far so I’m sure we’ll stay in touch.  But it won’t be the same.  For instance, we won’t call out a hello any time one of us goes in and out of the house.  And it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to drive across town in our PJs to visit.  Whose oven will they use when they are cooking so many things they won’t all fit in theirs?  And what will I do with the excess soup that won’t fit in my freezer?  Who will I play with when I’m out tending my yard once their granddaughter isn’t around?

No, they’re not moving far but I sure am going to miss having them right next door. 

Beautiful!

I went to a wedding Saturday.  The groom was a former neighbor but I knew him before he and his parents moved in.

There’s a moment from his childhood that I’ll never forget.  It was just after we met.  My ex and I invited his family for a cookout.  The mom had previous plans but dad and son came over.  The guys were inside chatting while I was tending the grill.  Soon after I headed outside this adorable six year old joined me.  He said he was afraid I’d get lonely out there alone so he decided to come keep me company.  How sweet is that?

When my neighbor at the time moved in with her boyfriend, she said she was renting her house.  Instantly, I thought of this family and had them contact her.  It has been great, having them as neighbors.  I got to watch the kindhearted little boy grow into a good, caring man.

And now he’s found himself a wonderful woman to share his life.  I’m so happy for them.  Yes, sometimes life is good!

The Best

Yesterday, when I came home from being out and about, I stepped on my bottom step which promptly crumbled under my foot. Much swearing later, I had myself very depressed, convinced I would need a new unit of prefab, concrete steps. I didn’t price them as I was positive they would be expensive. Anything that requires a heavy duty truck with a mini-crane attached in order to deliver them has to be costly, right?

So today while I was at work I asked my neighbor who works with me if he happened to notice the condition of the steps. He said no and asked if they needed patching again. He’d done that for me last summer when one of the corners disintegrated. Yep. Okay, he’d have a look when he got home.

I left work a bit later this evening and by the time I got here he’d already started poking at them. He had a plan in motion for how to selvedge them, saving me who knows how much. All I have to do is finance the cement he’ll need. Of course, I will also provide dinner for him and his lovely wife, even though it’s always said not to be necessary. After all, I help them out at times in return. That’s how it’s been since they moved in beside me twelve years ago. Still, I insist.

How’s that for cool!