I had  a Canadian neighbor, a snow bird. She had a terror of a little terrier. That dog did not like anyone, with a few exceptions. He liked me. Not Bob. He was such a problem, that when she went to play golf, she had to take him to a kennel. He was destructive. Ate things like the door jam if she left him alone. Anyway, that was her dog. Our dogs never met. We had a code. Light on in car port meant we were out with the dog so wait to take yours out.  We were great neighbors. Twice a season we had dinner together. If we needed to borrow something , we could. But other than that, we didn't socialize. If Bob had an emergency, she was here for me. We were perfect for each other, as neighbors. She was a slim, active woman. She had probably been around the world in her travels. I knew she had been married and divorced , had grown children and a few grandchildren. They did not visit her here and she didnt talk about them. She smoked. I got an email from her saying that she would be back the 15 th of October. . On the 26 thof September, Her son emailed that she died. She got sick, got pneumonia and died. period. How does that happen. That is so unfair.

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22.05 | 08:38

so glad youre here mom!

29.08 | 13:45

Don't quite know how this got to me but it was on the top line of my computer (not in email) But I really enjoyed it. I truly admire you.

31.07 | 07:02

Leona, do you have a date or a booked flight that you come back ?

20.07 | 13:55

Everything sounds so wonderful Leona. Venice will seem boring . I would want to move to Portownsend where the kids are living. All sounds great . Is there?

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