Meeting some neighbors

We hadn't even moved in yet when we met our nearest neighbors. They are always out in their yard mucking around with this and that. The first day I met them they had laundry strewn out the back door. I don't know what was up with that and I didn't ask. I see and talk to them just about every time I go outside. They seem to always be going to church and/or washing one of their cars in the middle of their/our lawn. They are sweet though; as our welcome to the neighborhood they hacked down our head-high grass! And for that I was very grateful.

The wife of the nearest neighbor couple (no kids, just a large dog) seems to be good buddies with an older widow from across the street. She often comes over when she sees nearest neighbor and I talking. I'm not good at telling ages anymore but she looks like she's in her 60's. She's full of good gossip about everyone on the street, but also prejudiced, as in her disapproving of "those people" who have moved in the end of the block supposedly bringing drugs and crime. She is a PT manager or something of a trucker restaurant not far from here. She's pretty strong too, helped me pull out the huge and heavy real estate sign when the company didn't come to get it yet (and they still haven't, it's under my deck.)

I met the third batch of neighbors when I was outside trying to garden, which consisted of trying to dig through thick sod in the raised garden bed. The nearest neighbors had chopped down the grass in it. Third neighbor came with a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. I was dripping sweat, it was a hot day and the effort of digging through sod was pretty grueling. The third neighbors have beautiful gardens. She grew up there as a child and bought the house from her mother, who still lives there in the downstairs part. Nearest neighbor also has her Mom living with them, but I've not actually met her mother yet. Must be a trend nowadays to be roomies with Mom.

The live-in boyfriend of neighbor three (N3) soon came over to join the conversation. He volunteered to cut down the weeds in my largest garden, the only place the nearest neighbors hadn't done. He broke the weedwacker when he tried though, the same thing I had done to my brand new WW. So then they volunteered to rototill the plot when it gets cooler out. Apparently the boyfriend has a heart condition. They are also selling their large lake fishing boat. I had quite an interesting conversation with N3, where she was telling me that she has four "cocktails" every day after she gets home from work. She asked me if I liked cocktails, and it sounded pretty good while standing out there in the heat and humidity. We haven't yet though.

I'm sure there will be more stories to tell with this interesting cast of characters! Have a good day!