You said “crazy lady,” not me
It’s been a while since I checked out That’s Me Barking at Parked Cars...
We live on a lane with less than 10 houses. We have lived here the longest. I am known as that crazy lady who doesn’t want anyone to “speed” down our very narrow, one-car lane. Actually, one neighbor thinks I am nuts about this and I say fine with me (I love my pets and kids and DO expect people to drive slowly).
Anyway, we have a new neighbor moving here in June. They are moving up from California. I met them when they were looking at the house next door. I can already tell I am going to love them, they seem like fun people. One of them is a writer. I googled this person’s name and I found Obamabot language written by this writer. I am okay with this because I have a feeling that we are going to have a great relationship and I will be right there when the Kool-Aid evaporates from their blood. Besides, when the house went on the market I put my Hillary signs up in my front windows. I wanted everyone to know just what kind of neighbor they were going to have.
My guess is that we will become good friends who never talk about politics, but who love to share wine. Did I mention that my beer drinking family is surrounded by wine snobs. Hey—-maybe I can convert them over to some of the good brews we have around here. Yes, I am a member of the Washington Beer Lover’s Association! Besides, beer has to taste better than Kool-Aid!
My guess is that after a few weeks the new neighbors’ shades will always be drawn and their house will be back on the market before the year is through.