Monday Moments

A few days ago, I'd spoken of my across the street neighbor, Mister Bob. How I'd not seen him, really since Thanksgiving, plus his van isn't parked how he usually parks it. Tonight, I finally caught my next door neighbor home. She had her husband got on the case for us. Turn out, Mister Bob is not in his house. That's all we know. Where and why--we don't know. So my next door neighbor told me the car Mister Bob's son drives and now we are on the look out for that. I just hope and pray Mister Bob is OK.

It's Monday. I'm kinda over my Dancing With the Stars withdrawal. I mean, American Idol does start next month. Plus there's a little "The Closer" and "Men of a Certain Age" on TNT.

Gotta get the trash out by the curb before said programs. Wish my cats could do it for me...

Still forlorn about the Dallas Cowboys loss to the San Diego Chargers.

Ya know, they could have had that game. I still think the Cowboys can win in December--just not sure what year...

Stay tuned.

Tired

It's Thursday. Almost Friday.

I did go knock on a neighbor's door to inquire about Mister Bob. Even tho one of their cars was parked in the drive way--nobody answered. Mister Bob's house remains dark this night. I'll try again tomorrow. I pray he's OK. Even tho Mister Bob and I didn't speak everyday, our street seems a little less quiet at the moment.

May snow tomorrow. Don't care. It will be Friday. Just about everything looks good on a Friday. Even the fact I dropped a contact tonight on such a cluttered countertop and couldn't find it. Of course, my order of replacements has arrived yet--so work tomorrow with glasses I bought in the last century--I think. It will still be Friday.

I'm tired.

My feline laden bed awaits my weary bones.

That's it for now.

Stay tuned.

Wednesday Wonder

Every neighborhood has one. Ya know, the person who knows everybody on the street, what they do and where they go. Mine is Mister Bob. A seventy-something nice ol' gent who informed me right off the bat, he was OK living alone and wasn't looking for a woman.

Well, OK.

Mister Bob also informed me how he once shared coffee with the lady who once lived in this house I now call home. How such a fine lady she was and how saddened he was of her passing. Mister Bob filled me in on every fact of our street.

Mister Bob lives right across the street from me. He's like the dad who watches from the window. I'm sure he has my schedule down. We do our smiles, waves and small chit chat. And ya know know, I felt safe knowing Mister Bob was close at hand.

Yet, I've not seen Mister Bob for about a week. His van wasn't parked there since before Thanksgiving. I knew he had grown kids, so I figured time was spent with them. Then last night, his van re-appeared. Yet, not the way Mister Bob parks it. He's backs into this driveway--his van now is the other way around. With the rain last night, I thought perhaps it was closer to front door for him. Yet, I never saw lights in his house. Turned in early, I thought.

Then tonight I get home. Mister Bob's house was as dark as the sky. The van hasn't moved. I wonder what's going on? It was too late to knock on my other neighbor's door to ask if they knew what happen to Mister Bob. If they know if he's OK. I will make a point to ask them tomorrow.

And for the moment--I don't feel as safe as I did.

Stay tuned.