Change

Happy Monday Veterans Day dear bloggie friends.
Take a veteran to lunch.
I'm going to write a short post about change. Not the hope and change that was promised with the present government administration because that is coming along nicely.  I just want to mention change in general. Change doesn't agree with me. My across the street neighbor is moving this week and I am sad to see her leave. I guess good neighbors are luck of the draw and I have been absolutely blessed with the best neighbors one could ever wish for.  It will feel like a big void in my life when Judy closes the door for the last time on her comfortable brick house. We have come to know each others habits  so well and in that way we tend to look out for each other.

I say, "good neighbors will last forever, if they don't move away." lol
Do you have good neighbors?
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As many of you know, Flamenco has been my thing for most of my life. My granddaughter sent me a card with this picture on the front. I go into hysterics every time I look at it.

Oh Dear ..... Life Was so Simple Before Pets and Kids

My house sits on an average city lot. I'm sandwiched in-between two neighbors, a really nice gentleman and a schizophrenic behaving woman. The man had a dog when he moved in but the dog got old and died. He loves Cody and she always runs to get a pat from him when we go to the car. We chit-chat a little when we work in the yard and he's just a pleasant neighbor. I feel blessed.

Five years ago, a woman moved in the house on the other side of me. Twice I've tried to introduce myself when we were outside but she runs into the house and slams the door. Another time, I rang her doorbell after I had seen her drive in her garage and I knew she was home but she wouldn't answer the door. Her shades are always pulled and she's never outside. I always wonder how she gets her mail when the box is on the street. She hires people to do the lawn, shovel show and general maintenance. I call her behavior odd but perhaps she truly wants to be left alone. I accept that.

Early this morning, between the dark and the daylight (thank you Longfellow), I was outside shoveling a couple inches of new fallen snow. I really get into my snow shoveling and for a time, I forgot Cody was outside with me. Obviously Cody doesn't understand boundary lines. When I looked into the dim morning, I saw her standing in the weird neighbor's yard peering into a hole she'd dug through the foot of snow that was already on the ground. Her little Aussie tail was wagging with intent of digging a mole out of the ground. OMG there were three tell-tale holes with dirt spattered snow so I knew she had hit earth.

Photo taken from beside my garage. Kinda hiding. No, I was really hiding. Looks bad, doesn't it?

What do you think? Does that look like she got to the grass? Panic. What to do? If it were the nice neighbor, I'd inspect the damage, knock on his door, apologize and tell him I'll repair any damage in the spring. But what's weird lady going to do? I'm sure she wouldn't open the door for me. I prayed for two feet of sudden snow but that didn't happen.

Cody's in the dog house. No, she went in her crate on her own, probably to get warm after all her outdoor activity. What could I say to her, she was just being a dog. I was the one who wasn't watching her. Oh Dear !!!! Oh, if it would only snow !!!!!! Got any ideas?