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It wasn’t Boo Radley.

Well, the mystery giver wasn’t Boo Radley, however it WAS one of our neighbours.  We got a lot done at tonight’s Camp fYrefly board meeting – super exciting times ahead.  And when I arrived home (about a 1/2 hour ago) Damon said “I found out who’d left us those things.”  So here is a thank you to our neighbour Jeff.  It was a kind and generous thing to do, and was very much appreciated.

The girlie wore one of the hair dolls (little dolls with hair elastics attached) to school today, and I do hope he saw her with it as we were leaving the house.  The gifts were used and will continue to be.  Used and appreciated.

So while today started out kinda crazy (had a resurgence of the toddler temper), it ended up being a good one.  Lots done, lots to get done.  And a nice surprise too.

It’s not the plague! (chicken pox and electoral reform)

Okay…  so the girlie is almost over the chicken pox.  She still has spots, but they are healing.  She doesn’t have the virus any longer.  She’s not sick.  She just has some spots that still need to heal.  I’m still keeping her home from pre-k, there’s only one day left until Easter break anyway.  BUT she’s got some serious cabin fever, and so do I.  So we went out.  Not far, and not really in public anywhere.

We went to see my Mom.  She’s heading out of town tomorrow, and will be gone all weekend.  She and Lily-Ann are really close, and they haven’t seen one another since Saturday.  Figured we better head over for a visit before she leaves town.  🙂  Because if we didn’t, that would just be too long to keep them apart.

Afterwards we were outside at our place.  The girlie was still needing to blow off a little steam, so was running up and down the sidewalk.  One of the moms who was also outside looked at her like Lily had the plague.  I mentioned, casually, that she doesn’t have the virus any more… just has spots left that still need to clear up.  Just the same, she looked awfully relieved when we were a few houses away.  LOL  Oh well.

I also had a nice chance to chat with Mark (or Marc, not sure on the spelling) our neighbour.  With me being on lock down with the girl I haven’t seen him in a little while.  The two of us usually have great conversations.  Him having been formerly involved in a life political, and me being involved in the same.  We both agreed that the current national election has us shaking our heads.  While we may pull for different teams, he and I generally see eye to eye on the giant deficits our country and province face in terms of the broken electoral system.  Without reform there’s really not much point.  But we’ll both continue encouraging people to get out and vote.  Because if we don’t participate, what is already broken becomes devastatingly so.

Here today, gone tomorrow (or, The Excavator).

A “for sale” sign showed up not too long ago on the house three doors down from ours.  The day I saw it I remarked that the day after it says sold, it will be torn down.

The house wasn’t a tumbledown shack or a health inspectors nightmare.  It was a nice little home.  But that’s just it…  it was a nice LITTLE home.  A lot of our neighbourhood consists of homes that are 60+ years old, that range in size from 400 – 800 square feet, and that are situated on double wide or one and a half wide lots.  It’s pretty unusual to see one go up for sale that isn’t purchased by a business, demolished, and replaced with duplexes.  It’s sad, and a step backwards to see our neighbourhood be rebuilt like this.

Granted, this very process gave us an awesome neighbour on the one side.  He moved in (and is a renter) when the home beside us was demolished and replaced with two rental properties.  So I won’t make a blanket statement that all renters are bad – because they aren’t.  But a neighbourhood of rental properties is often a neighbourhood in crisis.

I know that if someone else had bought our home that it would likely have been demolished.  It’s old, small, and would take more money than it’s worth to fix up… and we’re on a double wide lot with lots of beautiful old trees.  It’s the kind of lot that realtors refer to as “park like”.  The lot was why we bought the house.

Anyway…  here’s the excavator:

The Excavator (taken from our front yard).

Sure enough.  The sold sign went up, and next thing we know there is an excavator and no house.  At least the wee girlie got to see it.  She loves excavators.

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