Yesterday we had an early Easter celebration, since Child is going to be in Utah over Easter while I remain here in CA and work. While we were outside hunting eggs, I noticed our back-fence neighbor out watering his ducks and chickens. I went over to say hello.
Mr. Chicken seemed a nice gentleman, although it quickly became apparent that he didn't have a very high opinion of the previous residents of our home.
"Apparently the low opinion is universal," I said. "A few days ago I met Mr. RV, our next-door neighbor, and one of the first things he asked me was if I was growing pot! Ha ha!"
Mr. Chicken didn't blink. "I'm growing pot," he said.
Mr. Chicken clearly wasn't joking. "Just two or three plants," he added. "I have a lot of neurological problems and it's medicinal. I grow it legal."
Oh. Okay. Note to self: you live in California now.
(Edit: I should add that Mr. Duck called me up this morning and asked that I meet him by our back fence. There, he presented us with the nicest flat of 18 eggs from his chickens, as well as bacon, hash browns, and a jar of raspberry jam. He's a very nice neighbor.)
2 comments:
Wow. You are in cali, aren't you!
That is an AWESOME neighbor.
I refer mostly to the gifts. I dunno what to make of the plants.
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