Found something talking to a neighbor over coffee before the sun is up.
My oldest neighbor, nearby, next door-ish has chosen to move three houses down, thus avoiding having an even worse disfigurement of his living lifeworks.
Mentioned another neighbor who lost his wife a few months back to heart attack (58YO awesome woman just fell in her garden and died right there) ...
... happenstances and situational "crossfire hurricanes" (ancient rock reference for Stones fans.) have come to some rescue.
The man who lost his wife has tried to sell me his 55 Chevy hotrod for ages, but I have a Chevelle now and I am faithful to my girls.
(never believe anyone who has to stress their faith or loyalty)
But I look at that '55 and I want that babydoll, too! Can't afford to add her to my stable right now.
His loss has forced him into a smaller home resulting in his present home being available to our oldest old neighbor. to acquire.
So, one old, inconvenienced soul is moving Three Doors Down (with the help of every DAMN one of us neighbors, guaranDAMNteed!!). Another old, tragically suffering the loss of a lifelong partner, decent fellow is downsizing his shit so he can travel some. (he wants to go piss down the faces of Mount Rushmore. I don't think that is allowed)
That whole complicated set of things sounds pretty damn good to me at this point.
I just helped another "friend" sell her recently passed husband's motorcycle, but I can't even seem to get a nibble on an old Chevy.
