So of course now that I decide to write about what's happening, NOTHING HAPPENS. The days just blend one into another here on Wupper's Mountain. We're heading into a holiday weekend so I'm guessing the neighbors have exited to points hither and yon.
Lora next door said the neighbors were thinking of having a block party for the 4th and if we were around, they'd love to see us. Yea, right...and monkeys might fly out of my butt (stolen, but always a fun line). The neighbors haven't welcomed us since the day we bought this money pit. Not that I am sorry about that. They're not really people we would socialize with anyway. Just not our types. They are, however, creatures of habit and watching them has become a new past time of mine.
For instance, man across the street rides his bike to and from work every day. Way to go green buddy! Nice touch! He comes home for lunch and rides up PRECISELY at 12:12 p.m. every single day. It's uncanny. When I see him I automatically look at my computer clock and it's right on the money. I wonder how he does it. He must watch the clock at work at leave on the stroke of 12 o'clock. Which then leads me to believe that he hates his job so much that he watches the clock intently and can't wait to get out of that joint. I've never figured out what he does for a living. It's a relatively new job for him though. He used to stay home and help the wife with her home soap and lotion business, but I think times got tough and he had to go get a real job. One day I hope to find out what he does, just to fill in the missing pieces.
Tomorrow's installment: Next door neighbor: Single dude.
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