…. I can’t remember whether or not I mentioned it before, but I have new neighbors. They bought the house next door, moved in about a week ago and have been renovating ever since. I haven’t met her, but I’ve talked to him a few times now. They are in their mid-20’s and seem like a really nice couple. He and I have talked about the things he is doing and plans to do to the house, and it sounds like some great improvements. Inside won’t matter to me much, but he wants to get rid of the white vinyl siding (he thinks it’s too boring) and change it to a rust colored siding with wood trim, a rustic style. The picture he showed me looks kind of like in this one, but without the green and the rock. It should be a lot nicer to look at out my window than the blinding white, not so well fitting, vinyl.
…. Anyhoo, he’s storing a truck for his sister and asked me if I owned the property behind my garage. When I told him that I did, he wanted to know if it was ok to park the truck back there for a while. …. I told him that since I won’t be starting any projects back there until at least next summer, that it wouldn’t be a problem until then. He said thanks and then asked me if I liked Fuze, since he is the regional distributor for them in this area. I really like the sugar-free flavors, I buy tons of them whenever they are on sale, so he goes “Well, there are 5 flavors of the sugar free, I could give you a case of each - - - every month.” So today he looks over the fence, just like Wilson on Home Improvement, and says he’s got some Fuze for me, and just starts piling cases on the fence ledge for me. You can see it all in the picture there, including a case of NOS and NOS shots (their energy drink). When I told my friend Adele about this she said “You could fall in a pile of horse shit and come out holding 2 dozen roses.” I don’t think I’m that lucky, but every time I get a little down I remind myself I really do not have anything to bitch about.
…. Even without the freebies, I think the new neighbors are going to work out well. (Sorry Writer, I know misery loves company, but I’m still glad I didn’t get my own “The Blob” next door.)