The junk truck that's been emptying out 40 years of accumulated stuff from our recently deceased neighbor's house took a softball-sized chunk out of our house on Friday. The guy who owned the truck, a small-time guy who looks well past retirement age, has acknowledged the mistake and promised he'll fix it up as soon as the weather improves. I hope he's as honest as he sounds because all I've got is his name, his telephone number and his word. I'm excited and a little nervous about the possibility of having new neighbors to our south. Clem, the woman who passed, was in her early 90s and barely there. Needless to say, we haven't had to share our shared driveway much. I'm hoping another young family moves in since the connected backyards get treated as one big playground in the summer months.Speaking of summer, it did warm up quite a bit this weekend. After wearing silk long underwear to fend off a 17 degree chill on Wednesday, I hit the park in just a long-sleeved tee and jeans today. The kids are delighted with the spring-like weather. Z biked nearly 2 miles each day and A learned the joys of the teeter-totter.
