Neighbors . . Don’t Want Them

The lot next door to us is vacant.  It, along with a couple of lots adjoining it, and a couple of lots across the street from me are still for sale.  I asked Vince if we could please buy the lot next to us because I don’t want neighbors.  He said “NO!  No one is ever going to buy that lot.”  It’s real REAL small and I don’t see how anyone could build a house that meets the minimum square feet.

But, when we lived in KY, there were 2 acres next to us for sale.  I asked Vince if we could please buy those two acres because I didn’t want neighbors.  He said “NO!  No one is ever going to buy that land.”  His reasoning was that the only buildable section was right up at the front, on the highway and then it dropped off.  A creek that ran through the very back of our property came up through the front part of that property.  Well, wouldn’t you know it . . someone bought the 2 acres, and built a house.

At least monthly I say “are you sure we can’t buy that lot next door?”  He doesn’t even answer me any more . . he just looks at me.  The answer is NO!

About a month ago, strangers began walking around on that lot.  Then they put out some stakes like where the four corners of the house would be.  I do not want neighbors!

When I look out the door of my basement, I’m looking toward that lot.  I don’t want to see a house and people.  I want to see grass and land and that makes me feel like I’m not living in the city.

Last night I looked out the door and this is what I saw:

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He was messing around in the little creek bed that divides the other lot from my lot.

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This is the for sale lot where they’ve been cleaning.  Oh, I almost forgot the whole point of this post.  I was so frustrated about getting new neighbors.  But yesterday when I went to the grocery store, I saw that the prospective new neighbors had chosen a different lot . . one on the corner completely at the other end of the street and they’ve already poured the footings.  Whew . . no new neighbors for now.

Then Vince and I talked:

Me:  Did you see they’re building their house down on the corner instead of next door?
Vince:  Yes, I saw that.
Me:  Can we buy that lot so we don’t have neighbors?
Vince:  NO!  No one is ever going to build on that lot?

Men!!

Want to see what’s behind my house and off to the side?  This explains why I have so many deer.

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Who would think we’re right in town, 4 blocks off the five lane (the five lane with no traffic).  If only we had 40 acres and a pond!

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It Isn’t Just Skin Deep!

Speck wakes up each morning . . well, I wake Speck up.  He’s a lot like I was when I was younger.  He could sleep til noon but nope, no slacking around here.  We have chores to do and chickens waiting to be let out of the coop so we’re up about daylight.  Maybe that’s why I’m ready for winter . . it will get daylight later and I can sleep a little later.

Speck is such a creature of habit.  Wonder where he learned that!  He gets up and makes his way to the breakfast room where we have his crate.  He goes in and gets comfy but then he remembers . . EGGS!  He gets scrambled eggs for breakfast, with a little yogurt for his tummy problems.  Then he comes out of the crate and sits in front of the stove and whines til someone fixes him an egg or two.

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The first green egg I was so proud to get . . Speck got it for breakfast.  The funny thing is — the inside of the shell was green too.  You know how dyed Easter eggs are only colored on the outside . . it was funny to see it colored on the inside too.  I told my mom:  The egg as green on the inside too!  She said ” GREEN ON THE INSIDE TOO??”  I guess I didn’t explain it quite right but the yolk was yellow, the white was clear, the inside of the shell was GREEN!   :)

You think that’s funny . . the other day I sent some eggs with Vince to give to my friend who works with him.  That was before the eggs started getting bigger and they were kinda small.  Here’s the discussion.

Me:  These eggs are kinda small.  Tell her they’ll get bigger.
Vince:  NO!
Me:  Yes, they’re always small at first and they get bigger.
Vince . . just looking at me like I was nuts:  They are NOT going to get bigger in the carton!
Me:  NO!  After the chickens have been laying for a while, they will lay larger eggs.

See . . when you don’t understand what I’m saying, it isn’t you.  I know what I’m thinking but I don’t always say it correctly!

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Big Star Top

Finally got the last border on this quilt.

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I’ve made the binding, using the purple outer border fabric . . every inch of that fabric that I had left was used and I’m afraid I’ll be a couple of inches short.  I’d love to get it quilted soon.

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