I enjoyed a fine cigar, given to me in celebration of the birth of my son.I enjoyed a glass of good scotch, because hell, I always enjoy scotch...
The usual din of the freeway at the bottom of the hill was dulled. The dog slept at my feet.
All was perfect out on the deck, or nearly so.
There was one irritant, one point of distraction, one flaw in the perfect late-night scheme to relax.
It was a light. One light, shining brightly from the open laundry room window in the vacant house next door. It has been on the market now for a couple of months, and they leave that goddamn light on 24 hours per day.
Why?
What is the purpose? Why not the front porch light? Is it supposed to ward off intruders? Is it supposed to make meth-head miscreants re-think a forced entry?
"Hold on Jethro, we can't bust into this one, there's a light in the laundry room!"
Well, all that is about to change. Finally, after months of anticipation, the real estate sign out in front declares that there is a sale pending.
It's exciting. It's like a fresh start. It's like going on a blind date. Albeit, a blind date with your arranged spouse, whom you've never met, but with whom you'll be living for the next dozen years...
Still and all, it can't be that bad can it? neighbors are just neighbors, right?
Neighbors are great. They add spice to your life. The crazier the better I say. Be sure to tell them about naked Wednesdays on the block.
ReplyDeleteI sure am glad I don't live next door to Ryan :-P
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to meet all you crazy folks in July! You're all still gonna be around then... right?
I'm not sure what Naked Wednesday is, but I trust Ryan to make it fun...
ReplyDeleteBut I bet you know Passout Fridays.
ReplyDeleteFine looking Boy you have! It was nice meeting him and seeing Mrs. G&T at REI today. Good luck with all your new ventures.
ReplyDeleteBrian,
ReplyDeleteEv mentioned the arrival of your newest lawyer larva. Nice to see that it complements a new neighbor as well.
We are losing a set of good neighbors. They were Iranian, but not the bomb building variety, more like the Ayatollah fleeing type.
Anyway, whatever it is about the Shite strain of Allah's warriors, they raise fine children. Though they are both older, they have been superb with our two kids.
At times like this, I envy New York for its high-priced, exclusive coops. It would be really nice to have some say into who was moving in next door.
But here in gun loving, God fearing, Northern Virginia, such things are not possible.
In any case, congratulations to you, and to the lady who did all the work.
Jason