Hester's Head

This is a blog that I've been meaning to write for a long time. About a month ago I even told Sarah that this would be my next post. It wasn't, but I'm writing it now.

I bought my house from Dorothy - perhaps one of the Tait St residents who had been there the longest. I don't know how I was so lucky to get her house, but I was very lucky. I had been looking for a long time and it had been on the market for a while. The house was right, the neighbourhood was right, the location was right, the price was right. I bought her house.

I can't thank you enough Dorothy. Everything is better than I first imagined - especially the neighbourhood. It's not just the neighbourhood; it's also (mostly) the neighbours. John and Sarah and family across the street, Moira (I had to mention her as an enticement for her to upgrade her computer so she can check out my blog), Mark and Jeannette, Darryl and Kelly. People to help you out when you need help, people who can tell me which is a flower and which is a weed, people who can tell me how to get rid of the moss on my roof (Tide really did the job), people to give you advice, maybe lend you the necessary tools, probably even come over and help you get the job done. People who will look after your house and your pets while you are gone. There's an entire neighbourhood keeping an eye on my house while I'm away. Roxy's been seen going for walks and getting exercie and your house is still standing Dorothy.
I can't remember when you last came to see what I've done, and I'm not quite sure how much more I've done - at least the dining area. I'll have a beer waiting for you the next time you come to town. I hope you liked what I've done to your place.
Thanks again Dorothy, I'm a very lucky guy. I had hoped to see you at John's funeral, but it wasn't to be. I've probably thanked you before, but I hope I get to thank you in person again soon.

By the way, you still get the occasional bit of mail, but now it's just junkmail and I toss it.