I am not one of THOSE people - you know the neighbor who drops off an apple pie when there is a new person in the neighborhood. Well in fact I don't know the names of most of the people on this very short road... A funny little story (well not haha funny) THIS house has just looked empty to me for the past few days and I feared that the owner had died... He was an old man I have known all my life and I *ALWAYS* thought his name was Mr. Aruda and I thought this because I was allowed to bike down to Mr. Aruda's house and his house was where I had to turn around. My Mom and his wife were friends... She died YEARS ago (like 15 or 20 years ago), she was old then, he was old then! Well fast forward to today when I found out two things 1. his name was Mr. Jordan - Mr. Aruda lived in the red house across the street. and 2. He passed away - he was a lovely old man who always had bowls of water for the dogs when we were out walking the dogs so that they weren't thirsty. He always had a kind word for everyone and was just an overall nice guy. I hope Mr. Jordan is happily reunited with his wonderful wife.
Dobby and I missed him on our walk today - though I did in his honor take time to say hi to Mr. Marden, Mrs. Crane, and Mrs. Lyon (who has lived here longer than I have and asked if I was "new" to the neighborhood)