Otherwise, not much happening here.
Oh, we have a new screen/storm door and changed out the hardware on a couple interior doors. Big clumps of cut grass lay about the yard as the stuff is growing too fast to bag, or rather is growing while too wet to mow.
Speaking of mowing, you might remember our next door neighbors, the ones who keep their lawn trimmed to two inches at all times and all costs. Well, other neighbors, friends, with a better view to that mission were able to satisfy my curiosity about a good two-thirds of the usually manicured place going without.
Seems the wife of that duo is laid up, or bound to a wheelchair and has been for a couple months now. Not that our friends know exactly when she became non-ambulatory, just that they hadn't seen her through their kitchen window for a good while and then spotted her being loaded into a family vehicle.
The cause? Being neighbors and all, you might think a pie delivered to the front door would get answers but no such effort has been made as speaking terms were -inated some time ago. Yet, in that our area is small town, folks know folks who know folks, and rather well at that. Nothing. Not even privy kin.
A parallel exists here at the homestead as well, estrangement remarkably and tragically realized except for the odd (sometimes very) email I receive when the in-laws need to vent. Yet, I have stopped attempting to mediate in favor of a continued contemplation of "the wisdom to know the difference," which necessarily includes keeping anticipation to a minimum.
Of course, the longer I sit here, the more I remember that I have neglected things in past posts. There's a new essay. Actually, there have been two, the previous one more my usual course, you'd agree if you were to bother.
And I wouldn't blame you if you don't.
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