Neighbours and Heavy Plant

One thing I continue to find amusing, almost eight years to the day that I moved to Cincinnati, is that I can be in the middle of Kroger and get a call from the Mayor. Admittedly, a former mayor (though seemingly a popular one!), and he’s only phoning me because he’s my next-door neighbour and one of our visitors has left their tailgate down, but it’s definitely somewhat unique to where I’m living now.

(Other neighbour interaction of the week — the one who came around, invited us to her church, and then politely asked if we were running a daycare. It’s the Melissa and Doug grocery shop that’s visible from our windows, isn’t it? That and the massive adventure playground in the back garden, I guess…)

And then the other big thing of the weekend. Tammy is amazing. She’s the person that sees the retaining wall go up with a small digger and thinks “that would be really useful to have to level out the back garden and clear the hill.” And then the next day: “Oh, they’ll be dropping it off on Thursday.” From never having even touched one of them before, in the matter of a week, she’s got a hard hat on and tearing the hill down. There’s now straw down, grass growing, an adventure playground moved into a brand-new and perfect position, and the sense of a garden coming together. I’ve already told Maeryn I’ll be teaching her French Cricket soon enough.