Isabel outside my office window again, this time having a stand-off with a bunny who came up to nibble on bird leavings.
She loves to watch the rabbits, but isn't entirely sure what they are. They look like prey. Awfully big prey.
They stared at each other, motionless, for easily ten minutes. Then the bunny hopped away again.
We went to a little neighborhood party yesterday afternoon. Part social, part neighborhood watch. This gal who's originally from the east coast organizes it for the whole community. It's a funny thing to me because she's methodical and deliberate about creating what to me is a natural relationship. Meet your neighbors, she says. Get to know them. Be friendly.
We lived in a small town for 20 years. She asked me if we had neighborhood watch programs. I said no, we were just all in each others' faces all the time.
The other day, on our morning run, we saw an odd car parked on the road in front of Dick & Yvonne's mailbox. Nobody parks on the roads here. The driveways are long, often with circular elements, so people pull into each others' driveways. Then there was the placement of the car - smack dab in front of the mailbox. So, when we got home, I emailed our neighborhood watch block captain with the description and plate, just in case it was "bad actors" in neighborhood watch lingo and not just an inconsiderate guest.
There is a pattern of break-ins here. Almost always between 8 and Noon on weekdays. Apparently thieves park and watch people leave for work and slip in. They always take the same things: flat-screen TVs, jewelry, guns, laptops. So we're suppose to watch for unusual vehicles in the neighborhood.
Our block captain passed it along. I considered my duty, if slightly paranoid, done.
At the meeting, this gal castigates me for not doing more.
Did you call Yvonne? she asks.
No, I did not, because it was 6:30 in the morning, I say.
You should have called the police and Yvonne, she says. For all you know she was being burgled right then.
Yvonne, who is easily in her mid-eighties calls out, Jeffe - I'm glad you didn't call, because that was my lover and I wouldn't have wanted Dick to find out.
She's a hoot.
Later she asks me more about it - nothing happened, but they also didn't know - and I tell her it was a fairly decrepit vehicle and that she needs to upgrade in lovers, if that's the case.
She thinks it was likely a young guy they have doing the yard work now, which is what David and I had speculated. We'd see the young guy out in front with Dick, working on the yard.
He's the live-in boyfriend, Yvonne says, of the daughter half of the mother/daughter team who cleans her house. They all make $25 an hour, but are very sweet and a giggly bunch, Yvonne says. Expensive, she says, but worth it. They just can't do everything around the house by themselves any more. Having help keeps them living out here.
That $300 a month keeps them out of the retirement home, she says.
She and Dick just finished designing and painting a set for a new production at the children's theater. She figures if they moved to a retirement home, they wouldn't do that kind of thing any more.
Next time, she says, go ahead and call at 6:30. She can always find a new lover.