"Hi," she says with a nice smile.
"Hello," I reply and we shake hands.
"I'm checking out the house across the street," she explains. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
She looks up and down the street to make certain no one's listening.
"Where does the crazy Cat Lady live?"
Caught off guard, I'm unprepared though I point to the house.
"Next door to you," she laughs.
"She's not that bad," I explain. "She muddles around a lot when she's not calling cats."
"Where are the frogs?" she asks.
A few houses behind our house is one with a frog pond with a trained choir of frogs which are quite spectacular when they croak out the hits.
"Uh, that way," I answer pointing.
I ponder how this lady has certainly done her research as she considers moving into a new neighborhood.
"I read your blog," she says smiling.
Hmmm.
"Thanks," she concludes and makes her way across the street to the house where the woman who gardened in her underwear once lived.
As she does, Santa Claus skateboards passed flashing me the peace sign.
Hmmm.
