Our next door neighbor came around into our yard this morning. Joan, Murphy, and I were out there enjoying the gorgeous Sunday morning. I haven't played the Aeroband guitar in a while, so I had that out there with us; Joan and Murph enjoy their private concerts.
Anyway, back to the neighbor: as she walked up, she said, "I could hear someone playing loud rock 'n roll music - I figured it would be you." Of course, she was kidding - I was playing quiet rock 'n roll music. I was enjoying switching the sound modes on the Aeroband, mostly between nylon acoustic guitar and piano.
We invited the neighbor to sit down and visit with us. She seems nice enough... talked about her dog a bunch and a bit about her 3 cats. She didn't make near enough fuss about Murphy, which is something we expect of guests in our home. Or on our patio.
"You let neighbors just walk into your yard?" No. But, this one is different. Yes, I'm talking about Steph. We love having her and Dan as our neighbors. As happens frequently, the talk turns to the care and feeding of their cats. Something I do from time to time. All this time, I thought Steph lobbied for us to move her because she wants to see us on a generally daily basis. Apparently, it was also to have a convenient cat(s) care-giver.
Kidding, as usual. We do for each other. It was nice to sit and visit.
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