Everything Old Is New Again


Last year, after we moved back into the house, one of our neighbors died. Shortly after his death, his family moved out of their house. And for the last few months, that house, along with those of two of our other immediate neighbors, remained empty. A couple of weeks ago, someone started moving in the house where the person died. It’s actually one of our old neighbors (from a while ago) moving back into their old house. Luckily, it’s a neighbor that we like and not someone like Satan’s Spawn. As far as I know, that guy is still in the Sunshine State. (Sorry about that, Florida.)

Loretta, who has owned the house across from us since I was in middle school, is moving back into her house after at least ten years of renting it out to various families. Loretta is a really sweet person, so I’m glad to have her back in the neighborhood. She’s not going to be living alone this time, because she’s a bit too old to and has had some health problems since the last time she was here. (She’s old enough to be the grandmother of a guy whose class I was in at some point during elementary and middle school, so that probably puts her in the 70+ age range.)

Anyway, since she moved in, she has invited my parents over and (without our knowing) had her landscapers mow, weed-eat, and edge our lawn. (We’d had it mowed a few days before she moved in, but she had it done again.) It was rather nice of her to do that, thought she was scared that my parents would get upset that she did it without asking. (They didn’t.)

So, now that she’s back, we actually have someone nearby to interact with…someone that my mom and I feel comfortable around. (My dad feels comfortable around her, too, but he’s acquainted with a couple of other folks around here.)


About Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.