Movin’ to Monterey….. When you love the Pacific Ocean as we do and you realize you can live there simply by transferring within your company and just switching the territory you cover…you do it. Changes were being made at my husband’s place of employment and there was going to be an opening in the San Francisco Bay territory. We talked about it for maybe 20 seconds and then jumped on it. We had a house to sell before we could…
There’s no way to find out about your neighbors until after you’ve moved in, and then it’s just a little bit too late…you’re in. So, you smile and assure yourself that it’s all gonna be fine. But sometimes, it’s just NOT! One of our many moves over the years wedged us between Dirty Harry who was a Hoarder, Bert ‘n Ernie a most unlikely pair, and a crazy lady across the street who was a fire-starter. All on our little…
Neighbors are kinda like relatives…you don’t get to pick ‘em. And sometimes just like relatives, you kinda wish that you didn’t have to see them or deal with them either. Over the years, we’ve lived next door to an assortment of very strange neighbors. (Certainly they could never have felt that same way about us!)…………………. There was a mean looking older couple who lived next door to us near Folsom Lake. Seemed they were angry at life. They never said…
There was a horrible watercolor that hung in our bathroom for years. If we’d had a basement, maybe I could have hung it down there; we DID have a garage but, well I really couldn’t do that. I didn’t buy it, my husband did and well how do I hang something in the garage that he just bought? So, I found a place for it…the small bathroom in the entry…with the door always shut. The hanging piece-of-work was purchased one…