Spring

Well, I guess it’s a sure sign of Spring. There are half a dozen houses for sale in our neighborhood. Most of them are around the half million dollar range. Boy, that sure makes things sound sooo expensive! Gosh. GW, you must live in some swanky neighborhood!
It’s so funny because we live in a very ordinary, middle class, suburban neighborhood. All the houses around us are similar, late fifties, tract homes.
I know of others who always want to move up to a bigger, fancier house. But who really needs more rooms to clean and a bigger mortgage. No thanks. Yes, a little more yard would be nice, but the house is comfortable. The other nice thing is it’s all one level. Two steps to get in, two steps to go out. With both Wonder Girl and me being a little clumsy, less to trip on.

So, as we walk the dog, we grab the fliers off the for sale signs and read about the houses. Some a little better, some a little less.

And now the house with the crazy man is for sale. We can see it off our back deck, hear their damn bird screech into the night. (yes, we thought of tossing some poison peanuts over the fence, just to quiet the night)
A few times, the crazy guy would come out, yelling and screaming. It has been quieter since their kid moved out.

There used to be a lot of comings and goings. Cars would pull up, young people would get out and go inside. Soon, they would leave. Probably dealing drugs. Then we stopped seeing their kid. The neighborhood got quiet again.

Yes, crazy guys still screams one in a while, but very infrequently.

Now if we could just reduce the crazy moms and dads, zipping by to drop off their kids at the school behind us.