how fortunate I am to have a really nice, very helpful and kind, and able neighbor. Make that more than one neighbor since the young couples on each side of me are pleasant and neighborly type folk, and have never declined to assist me.
I am glad to help them, as well, cause it's good to be neighborly yourself and I don't want to not be so. But, far and away they are kinder to me than I am to them, if only because I probably need more as evidenced, no doubt, by the differences in our ages.
I look out my front window periodically and the neighbor on the west side has trimmed more tree branches and placed them at the curb. I carry out some trash or recyclables and find that the cans were moved as we discussed.
I am absolutely sure that he doesn't need a 'honey-do' list at my place because he has his house and family to tend to. But he helps me with anything I need. It seems that home-baked goods is insufficient reward.
The neighbor on the east side has blown leaves out of my yard and mentions occasionally anything he's noticed that we should all be aware of.
Though I am older, I can still do a lot for myself and intend to keep on doing such; but how reassuring to know I have help near by if I need it.
Last night, for lack of anything else to do, I watched a nature show on PBS. I would not have thought a program about crows would be interesting, but this one really was. They are more intelligent than we thought as demonstrated by documentation of their use of tools (primitive, yes, but using them none-the-less) and their ability to recognize specific humans as research has established.
Something about those flocks of smart crows reminded me of The Birds, but I'm trying not to focus on that. That was fiction. I mean, Hitchcock made it all up, right?
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