The next-door neighbor situation is looking up. The neighbors to our southeast have been there for over a year: they don't bother us and we don't bother them. They have a teenager with a really noisy truck, and I have a cow that bawls every morning and probably wakes them up at 5 AM. Welcome to the country. Anyhow, I think we're good.
The other neighbors, who will be moving in shortly, are amazing. They have taken a neglected property and a house that was improperly built, and have totally made it over. Once they are done and have grass growing and such, I will (with their permission) take a picture to share. You won't believe the transformation.
Cliff's favorite aunt is once again out of the hospital. That asthma seems to send her back there almost once a month. She's in her 80's, and I'm amazed she has made it this long. When she's home, she still babysits.
My sister, also in her 80's, has sold the house she and her husband had built in the early 60's and is moving to Kansas to be near her son. She has already bought a house there. You know what upsets me the most? Her phone number has been the same since I was a teenager, only it used to be one digit less. It's probably the only phone number I know by heart. I don't know why that upsets me so much, but it does.
My sister has been one of the most important people in my life, and her son, my nephew Larry, is one of my favorite people in the world. I still miss Maxine's husband, Russell. If you don't think "Leave it to Beaver" and "Father Knows Best" were realistic, you didn't know my sister and her family. Enough said.
So now that I've said all that, I realize the family stuff I can't blog about is no big deal. It's amazing how counting your blessings can change your perspective.