It is payday. Social Security gets deposited to my account and I will have resources again! I had bad dreams but woke to a small Covid cheque, a warm place, a little breakfast, a nice Facetime chat with a friend and a sunny day. You and I have survived the night. Maybe that is why I am in a good mood? Or, maybe the tea is a bit heavily caffeinated today.
I am excited and hopeful about things for some peculiar reason. I am expectant. So are the folks next door. My neighbour’s lady friend(wife?) is quite pregnant. She is the one who had to clean snow off the big truck that one time and never again. Looks like a spring baby for them. Nice. What they do and how they do it is none of my beeswax but it is interesting to speculate. They went for a pleasant walk last evening and were holding hands. I saw the whole thing because I am being lazy and just sitting at my kitchen window these days. It can be much better than television and a lot more enlightening.
I think those youngsters must keep their home quite warm because Mr. Nude-as-is-legal never wears a shirt. I see him through the kitchen window and it makes me shiver just to snoop. I have a feeling he has little on for pants either but I can’t see down that low so do not know for a fact. After the baby comes and gets a little older he will have to be more modest. He isn’t really all that sexy, just young and fairly thin with a nice little man-beard. She is skinny! Whew! I think she must share one tomato and a slice of bread with her little baby each day. Maybe, I should take some pie over there? Yeah, that’s what I should do. If I take some pie over I might be able to find out what project he is working on. He parks a trailer by the window and throws lots of debris out every little once in a while.
The mayor has returned. Her hair is growing back so maybe the bitterness has receded? Nah. I think it’s just that her chemo is done. The bitterness hasn’t subsided and her hair probably learned how to live in an acid environment. She actually acknowledged my presence a few days ago. I inquired about her health. I said, “How are you doing?” She answered, “Oh…I am doing…” So things are warming up between us. Maybe I should take her some pie as well? My guess is she would have it checked for possible poisons by the authorities. How interesting. Somebody comes to shovel her drive when there is snow and I am glad. That means I don’t have to swallow my pride and do it for her, I can still be a benignly difficult neighbour. I do mow the grass but that is by default, sort of…she doesn’t and waits for me to do it. Out of a sense of community, I stopped playing piano at three a.m. so there you go. I am Mr. Good Bob now.
The neighbours on the other side are quite friendly. The dad one knows my name for some reason. They probably received a misdirected letter or looked me up on Facebook, too. They are funny. Last summer, they cleaned all of the junk out of the back yard and took it into the front yard. That’s where it stayed for a while, huge piles. I thought at first that they were building a garden because I could hear a roto-tiller running for a long time. They have a sheet plastic and pvc pipe greenhouse out back where they sit and drink something with friends. They talk loud. When I was on the roof of my new shed, I could see they had only planted a new lawn by the greenhouse. They aren’t mowing the new lawn now, either. Their son is Mr. Sneaky Guy and he slinks in every once in a while. He is living in the garage and orders pizza but not from Pizza Hut. I should have been warned by that and not ordered Pizza Hut stuff. The son wears a perma-toque. It might be a tattoo of a toque because it is always there. He has a little man-beard too.
Oh well. Time to mind my own business and practice piano. Maybe I will magically be able to play the Rachmaninoff? I have much bigger hands than Donald Trump but I still doubt it.
Robert On The Air 