|While making dinner tonight, this back window sight had my heart singing.|
It's a fact. You can't pick your neighbors. Jace and I have hit the lottery on neighbors many times. And other times.....well? Hmmm. I guess the odds are you will find at least one slob of a neighbor when you move every year like we tend to do. This current house we reside has a back yard approx. 8 ft. deep. I repeat - 8 ft. This has posed a few problems. One being, we get an up close look of our neighbors back yard.
Jace took it upon himself to do some "community service" tonight in that back yard. Our neighbors were perfectly OK with Jace going thru their trash and driving his equipment around their yard - so long as they did not have to help him or pay him. I can't wait for tomorrow morning, when I can look up over my bowl of cereal and see a clean yard. Someone should tell these neighbors of mine they just might have hit the jackpot with Jace as their neighbor. It is what I tell myself every night - "Jace is my jackpot."
|Mikael's back door view - Millie the dog.|
The dog catcher laid the smack down. Millie the dog now calls the back porch home. Mikael still hasn't figured out what keeps looking back at her. I am enjoying this new view of the dog on my back step...it means she is not squeezing herself inside the front door every time it cracks opens.
|Noah's beloved Converse shoes.|
As I kissed him good bye this morning on his way out the door to school I glanced down at his feet. For the love - it was the old ratty tatty shoes hanging there.
When he wasn't looking tonight, those beloved Converse shoes made their long anticipated way to the trash can. I almost think I heard them sigh.