I met the lady on one side who was laying compost over the strawberries that are growing along the fence line. Don't tell her, but I'm hoping for a crop that creeps onto my side of the fence. As neighbors go, she seems lovely enough, but that's not going to save her berries. Grumpy resides on my other side and he seems very standoffish. He has a lovely young daughter who I met last week-she must have all the personality in the house. I don't know if there is a Mrs. Grumpy.
Across the street, my nursing eagle eyes have sussed out the fact that there is some around the clock care giving going on over there. Every eight hours, there is a change of shift of women in scrubs. I haven't considered walking to work, but it's an idea if things get tight. I've spent an enormous amount of money this week buying essentials.
I did have a late afternoon visitor who came to the door. He was peering in as though he knew this house and expected me to just let him in to have his way around the place. He didn't even introduce himself. To my knowledge, I've never had a blue eyed peeping Tom before, and now I do. He looks like a mocha latte to me, with extra chocolate sprinkled on top. At least he's honest about his nosiness-no speculation there, he planned on getting to the bottom of who his new neighbors were, and he did. I did ask the strawberry lady if he lived here and his owners left without him. She assured me he lives in the corner house across the street. I felt relieved, but strangely disappointed. Like I need another project right now.