Open Windows

have allowed distant train horns and other neighborhood sounds and a 58 degree breeze to float through the house lately. This is the dreamy time of year here. Before the sweaters come out and the leaves fall.

CP has mastered two wheels after a week of sustained pedaling. We can no longer keep up with her on foot. She can navigate around picnic tables, crooked paths, and sometimes off into the grass. Brakes are still a bit questionable at times, but it'll come soon enough. For now, we're just enjoying the sight of her blasting down a path with a new smooth form of independence.

Neighbors

I hope that the house across the street sells to a family. Rumor has it that the primary contract guy now is a person who used to live in the house. That's great, but he's looking to put renters in it. We keep hoping for good neighbors like the folks who are selling the house, but it's a bit iffy for the home team right now. Good news is that he's low-balling Bank of America...pretty funny. Bank of America is hard enough to deal with on any house deal, so hopefully BoA will drop him and look at the backups.