Won't You be my Neighbor?
Wherein Our
Heroine Sees Changes Afoot.
We are getting new neighbors. It is
unclear how this will alter life as we know it right
now.
Our laconic neighbor Nick
moved to Wisconsin almost a year ago, but kept his townhouse in the hope/fear
that he might return (he moved for a new job, and wasn't initially sure how it
would work out). We like Nick an awful lot, and while we wished him well in his
new job, we would have been very happy had he returned. We have had some
lovely, convivial evenings with Nick and we have helped each other out whenever
we can (yard work, cat-feeding - your classic suburban neighbor stuff). But he
decided that Wisconsin was going to work out after all and put his house on the
market.
Shortly after that
decision, a chain of construction and decorating trades went charging through
the house. Minor repairs were made, walls were painted, and new carpeting was
laid. During the open house, I spent the day in a herculean round of
dog-distraction, as Mac has decided that the lack of activity around Nick's
house for the last year means he has to bark at people who pull up in front of
Nick's. I like Nick too well to cause a promising buyer to decide against
making an offer because of the insane canine next door.
In due course, offers were
made and the house went under contract ("in due course" means two to three days
in DC). Nick's final move-out is tomorrow, and the house will officially
transfer title on Monday.
We
hope for the best with our new neighbors, but we will miss Nick.
Posted: Friday - November 19, 2004 at 08:43 AM
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