Hello everyone.......Sarah finally gave me the password to post on our blog on the condition I identify it's me doing the writing. Something about a certain person being squirrely.
It was a sad night last night as our neighbors for the last five years moved. The husband, after being passed over for one promotion, was offered one in Buffalo. Lose Tim Russert, gain a family of 6 (3 girls and a boy - including a set of twins) for the city by the lake. They will be missed greatly here as their home was truly the center of our neighborhood. Their four children matched up in ages with all the kids at our end of the block, and with their mother Lori they were always playing out front with all the other kids.
Even Elijah, whose social skills with children are at best, guarded, interacted in the same vicinity as all the other kids. It made our end of the block the type of neighborhood I grew up in years ago, where the kids would all end up in somebody's backyard with the parents drinking some wine, talking about the everything from the schools, to politics, to where to buy mulch. (Minus the parents smoking cigarettes-this was pre -label warning days.) For some, this would be the height of boredom, a surburban nightmare. But for me it was heaven, watching my little boy play, not worried because everyone (including the kids) were keeping an eye on him.
I am left with two fears about the now vacant house next door. One, because there are so many houses on the market in our development, it will stay vacant for awhile. (The company is contracted to buy it after a period of time, but at a cost that is way below market which will hurt our old neighbors.) And the second fear? Right-wing Republicans.
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