My hunky neighbor

Our next door neighbor is a single man in his sixties who is meticulous about caring for his home.    He is living alone in his childhood home,  staying there after his parents passed.    Thirty years ago his family divided the lot and sold it to the people who built he home I now live in.    Therefore,   my neighbor is also meticulous about my lawn.  Our first few impressions were not positive.;   as he lectured me on a number of things related to how and when I mowed,  the fence, the pond,  the water, the gutters etc.    I never like unsolicited advice,  so the bossiness of those interactions didn’t set well.  

As the years have passed we have discovered that he follows our business online and asks about it, he monitors my husbands work schedule and he is delighted to see children having fun in our yard.    Seeing the softer side makes it easier to give him more grace and we have now been known to bring him meals, or treats when we have excess. 

Our new roommate is a heavy smoker and we have set up a smoking area outside the basement walkout for her  - under the dry part of the deck and with a beautiful view of our backyard and the woods.  She adjusted it immediately after we set it up so it faces the neighbors house instead.

Now I get daily updates on neighbor.

He moved the hose this morning at 7 am.

He started mowing today at 3 pm.

He mowed for 4 hours.

He has a sprinkler out.

 I’m really worried about him.  I haven’t seen him in several days.

 Sidenote:  I always monitor him anyway.  I know his habits and I know his signs of life at his home.   I make a mental note of his activity daily.  Therefore I don’t feel I actually need a second report from the lower level on what he is doing.  I started responded to her by validating her comments and then referring to him as her boyfriend.  “Your boyfriend is a hard worker”  “I saw your boyfriend drive away so you  might not see him in the yard for awhile.”    And now she has started saying things like  “My hunky boyfriend was working on his garden today.”   

This is a good thing.  I am enjoying this part.

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