This is a good house in a good neighborhood.
I mention it because the painters have been here--Friday, Saturday, Monday, Tuesday, which is today, and I hope they can finish today. They have told me they like the house, well Ed did, and they have remarked on how quiet it is back in this little place where I live.
My house looks good. New roof, new paint. Things repaired and kept up. I think Wayne should be proud, if such things matter at all anymore.
I think we're all pretty independent in the neighborhood, and yet I can count on help from at least three of my neighbors. And I know they're honest, good people.
The house is too big for me, say others, and perhaps I might agree, but I own it. And it's a good house.
So far, I'm staying.
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