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There's an old joke that goes like this:

A man joins a monastic order where the monks are only allowed two words a year.

After his first year there, he goes into the abbot's office and says, "Bed hard."

After his second year there, he goes into the abbot's office and says, "Food cold."

After his third year, he goes into the abbot's office and says, "I quit."

"I'm not surprised," replies the abbot, "You've done nothing but complain since you got here."

In related news, our neighbor to the North moved out. She was nice enough, good to have as a neighbor because she was quiet and kept to her own business, but jesus, what a complainer. Usually, she complained about the landlord (who we already know is a jerk) and how we never came over to visit (though she never made the effort either.) So long, and good luck, Claudette.

Now we get to play the waiting game, wondering if our next Neighbor to the North will be a little old lady who bakes a lot and loves kids or a twenty-something malcontent with a drug habit and illegally entrepreneurial spirit.

I wish very much I had the money to just buy the property. I'd tear the house down and keep the lot empty as a buffer. *sigh* Someday.

In summary, there's a house for rent next door to us. Built around 1964 on a beautiful wooded 1/4 acre lot, one bedroom, small yard, single-car garage, fireplace, small kitchen with a breakfast nook. Perfect for a single person.

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There's an old joke that goes like this:

A man joins a monastic order where the monks are only allowed two words a year.

After his first year there, he goes into the abbot's office and says, "Bed hard."

After his second year there, he goes into the abbot's office and says, "Food cold."

After his third year, he goes into the abbot's office and says, "I quit."

"I'm not surprised," replies the abbot, "You've done nothing but complain since you got here."

In related news, our neighbor to the North moved out. She was nice enough, good to have as a neighbor because she was quiet and kept to her own business, but jesus, what a complainer. Usually, she complained about the landlord (who we already know is a jerk) and how we never came over to visit (though she never made the effort either.) So long, and good luck, Claudette.

Now we get to play the waiting game, wondering if our next Neighbor to the North will be a little old lady who bakes a lot and loves kids or a twenty-something malcontent with a drug habit and illegally entrepreneurial spirit.

I wish very much I had the money to just buy the property. I'd tear the house down and keep the lot empty as a buffer. *sigh* Someday.

In summary, there's a house for rent next door to us. Built around 1964 on a beautiful wooded 1/4 acre lot, one bedroom, small yard, single-car garage, fireplace, small kitchen with a breakfast nook. Perfect for a single person.