• The other night, when I was on the patio, I heard the neighbor’s patio door open. It was weird because it’s been a while since Mr. Reddy passed away and I had no prior knowledge of anyone moving in. I didn’t know he had a granddaughter. She moved from Florida. Reddy apparently told her he’d have the place available for her so she could continue her studies. I told her about some coffee places and the plants I was growing. She was smoking a pipe. Cherry tobacco. Too bad smoking’s prohibited on the complexes.

• Her short hair was nice. Too bad I can’t form compliments.