A Scene From the 'Hood

Today has been unusually mild for this time of year. And I have been unusually uninspired on the blogging front; that is until a few minutes ago when I saw my neighbor, who will be 93 this summer, on a ladder washing her kitchen windows. I just had to take a picture. But before I could get my camera she had vanished inside to clean the other side of the glass. So I waited.

I know what you are thinking. I should have rushed over to help. But I already know what she would say. I have been through this before. She will not let someone do anything for her unless she absolutely cannot do it for herself, and she seems to get mildly annoyed if you suggest she should not be doing something, like standing on a ladder. Last time she spent hours trying to change a ceiling light bulb before she called me. A couple of years ago she locked herself out of the house; so she used her ladder to crawl through an open window. I am not making this up.

Soon she was back on the ladder, however the photo from inside the house did not turn out. But by the time I snuck around the corner, she was gone again. She was moving faster than I was.

I don't know what - if anything -I'll be doing when I am 92 and a half. Windows will do.

Finally, always the perfectionist, she was back for a third time. I got her!

I'm glad she does not have a computer. I know she would be annoyed with me showing a picture of her in her housework clothes. I don't like having one of my heroes annoyed with me.