get outside

The neighbors across the back fence, south corner, have introduced themselves; their names are David and Laurie. YEP. They used to have 20 chickens in Idaho, so they are not especially chicken fans.

It is trying to be Spring and the first open daffodil on the street is 2 blocks up near (but not in) the weird bare dirt yard on the corner. Saturday was sunny. At work we got one runaway juvenile report after another and (a coworker pointed out suddenly) multiple stolen car reports all for purple cars. This might be what juveniles do when they feel frisky, and what book groups of oldish women do when they feel frisky?



I went by the house before this one to give them a rent increase letter that the landlords had sent me (even though I moved out almost a year ago), but really because AHA it was a chance to see what the new thing in the back yard that looked like a windmill was, and whether all the stuff I planted is doing OK. I figured the new renters would be arguing with the landlord that no they HADN'T gotten notice of a rent increase, and the forwarded letter with my name on it would make it clear what happened. All the plants look fine --so they must have been watering the flame willow bush all summer, and weeding the strawberry beds YAY-- and that thing was a swing, the kind with a metal frame and a seat that takes a cushion, and an awning. So they either enjoy sitting out in the great back yard, even if they aren't 7 feet tall, or they just figure they are lucky to have a place to store that swing (?) The man who answered the door in his pajamas seemed a little confused about why a previous renter was increasing his rent.