January 29, 2013
My neighbor is dead. Funny thing: I spend that morning singing church hymns that never come to mind. Later, I noticed the quiet ambulance next door, taking its time. After that, there were no lights, no caretakers switching shifts, no garbage. She "lived" for 3 years inside that house, bedbound, I think. I texted my past husband a joke: "Its time to move the rocks!" Of course, he'd forgotten how we used to joke about rolling the neighbor's mean spirited, car door dinging rocks, aggressively placed alongside our driveway as soon as she died. Next week: mission Rock Removal on.