One of the interesting parts of owning a “summer home” is neighbors.
You become attached, involved, and friends.
But, only for the “summer”.
That’s defined for us from when we turn the water on to when we turn it off.
Each spring, we sort of hold our breaths while we find out if everyone survived. As one of the “younger couples” on the street, each year we dread losing a few neighbors.
“Life goes on.”
Some of the neighbors are like us and open up asap and close as late as possible.
(I wish it was year round. Virtually no people in the winter. Perfect for an ITSJ like me.)
When one of my neighbors was AWOL, I decided to break my own rules about phones — I didn’t have her email — and call. With some trepidation.
(Our “rutgers womens bball games” friends have also suffered the fate of old age and passed. We have a similar dread of the first game each season to see who didn’t make it.)
So I called fearing the worst.
But it was good news, there’s a baby on the way. So we’ll have a baby next door this summer. Great. It means life goes on. And, someone to inherit that family’s summer home.
And, maybe some one to mark when our time comes.
I informed the lady in question about the direct path to my will for children named “Ferdinand”. She thanked me for a good belly laugh.
That’s me just spreading humor around.
When I introduced myself as “her favorite author calling”, she laughingly told me that I was the only author she knew. (She’ll have to get out more.) And, she too had an excuse for not reading it over the winter. Pregnancy. Guess you have to keep your priorities straight.
She should have read the book! ROFL.
Great news!
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Reinke Faces Life 