Friday, May 31
My next-door neighbors of sixteen years put their house up for sale today. They bought a farm in Wisconsin a few years ago, built a house, and today the for-sale sign went up. I wanted to cry. As I stared at their sign from my window, Judy called and asked if I wanted her horse magazines. She’d been subscribing for years, hoping to get a horse once they moved. A few minutes later, Judy was on my front porch with a stack of “Horse and Rider.”
“Dennis told me about JB,” Judy said solemnly as I opened the door.
Judy’s husband and I had been gardening and I told Dennis that JB and I were divorcing.
“I read your book,” she said. “You’ve been through a lot. Changed a lot.”
“When I was in my yard and JB was in yours, I’d wave and he’d duck his head like a turtle. He wouldn’t say anything.”
“He did that to you? I’ve seen that move of his. Ugh. Please don’t take it personally. It’s just him.”
“Sully and Sammy were running up and down your side of the fence barking at Ernie and Ernie was running with them. I like that Ernie gets exercise that way.”
“I like it, too.”
“Sully stepped on Sammy and made him cry. JB came flying out of the house with an angry look on his face and demanded, ‘What happened to my dog?’ like I kicked Sammy or something. I told JB Sully stepped on Sammy, and JB walked back into the house with his tail between his legs.”
“Other people have been telling me JB’s wasn’t nice to them, too. I’m just glad he’s gone.” I gave Judy a tearful hug. “I’m sad you and Dennis are leaving. You’re wonderful neighbors.”
My phone dinged as Judy was leaving.
“How are you?” Golf Guy texted.
I didn’t answer.