Only good things to say (mostly)I'm thinking "Why would anyone want to live anywhere else?"
Okay... I'll 'fess up. I've been "under the weather" for a couple or three weeks. No big deal. Just a little wobbly on my feet and having some problems (which are being taken care of) with E-coli infections.
Where the E-coli came from is a complete mystery to me.
But this is not being written to share my various debilitating ills... after all, at my age parts of the body sometimes begin to show signs of wear.
The purpose of this writing is to acknowledge our neighbors... our friends. They are special. Everybody should be lucky enough to live in a neighborhood like ours.
As I've not been able to be very active for the past few weeks, and under better conditions my lawn never could have been mistaken for a golf course fairway (except for the rough), we've been blessed with neighborhood friends who have been taking time from their own lives to clean up and mow my lawn.
And, this isn't one o' those tiny little postage stamp lawns. This is a big sucker.
I can't say enough about how humbled I feel about such dear friends as Lin 'n' Warren 'n' Mel and their willingness to help.
Another friend, Duffy from across the street, even drove me to a doctor's appointment and waited nearly two hours as the procedure was in progress.
Our daughter, Connie, came up from Ballard and pulled a whole bunch of weeds for us.
As I hobble around, and see my personal responsibilities being taken care of by others, I'm thinking "Why would anyone want to live anywhere else?"
Seattle? Not on your life. Everett? You must be kidding. Edmonds is THE place to live.
Not only is Edmonds a uniquely friendly place (we've been here 'bout 50 years and always found it so) but our neighborhood is the best in all of our Edmonds by the Sea community... at least that's my opinion.
I have been known to voice my opinions on those who malign trains and also have had a few words to say about our city throwing away millions on the Five Corners (how-can-we-waste-more-money-that-we-don't-have?) project.
And I expect to continue my curmudgeonly approach to those subjects, but I had to get this salute and thank you to our friends off of my chest.
Okay, that's enough of bein' nice. Now I can get back to bein' an ornery old goat. Aaaaarrrrggggh!