It’s six-thirty am. It’s just light enough to see. And what I see is my favorite neighbor painting his windows. That’s right, he’s painting his windows with a very small roller and a pan of paint.
Go back and read that again. He’s painting his windows.
You’ve read about my favorite neighbor before. If not, check him out. (You know, the one who ripped out his lawn, put lights in his driveway, painted his house white, and didn’t want visitors.)
I thought I would never write about him again. What else could he do? How far could he go? What was left?
And yet here we are. He’s painting his windows!
Okay, maybe he wants more privacy. Fine. What about curtains? Too much sunlight in the morning? How about some nice blinds? Peeping Tom in the neighborhood? I doubt it. If there is, call the cops.
So there you go. Another chapter in “the most interesting neighbor” saga.
Waite for it... 