the neighbors here are great. GREAT. great and nice and sweet and lovely. i was on a run yesterday and a man actually stopped as i passed him and tipped his hat to me. what? yeah. then i was on a walk with kolby yesterday and this woman came out of her house, plopped down in her yard and just started talking to me about how the weeds won. i told her mine did, too. did you read that right? i have weeds. (plural as in weeds: nuisance, overtakers, annoying, ugly.) anyway. i have them. in my garden. in MY garden. mine.
okay, and then b was just telling me about this really friendly black cat that was outside. and how he pet him, but didn't let him come up to him too much, because he didn't want puja to get jealous. and let me just tell you, puja and kolby are in hog heaven here. like, laying next to each other by the cold air vent heaven. hanging out on the same chair heaven. looking into the yard heaven. having space heaven.
we like it, too. obviously.