won't you be my neighbor?

for all of its quirks, my neighborhood definitely makes me smile.

conversation with a little boy down the street who wanted to pet charlie:

"he's soft...what kind of dog is he?"

"he's a terrier."

*gasp* "does that mean he tears people up?!"

and then there's buddy. the lonely dog who sits in his front yard, ever-mindful of his electric fence and what will happen should he step over that fateful line. he likes to "hide" when charlie and i come close, only to run and jump up as if to say hello.

or today...walking home after a stroll around a few blocks...and our favorite latino neighbors standing in their driveway...drinking...and yelling, "bellas! bellas!" (translation: beautiful) followed by some cat calls and other phrases in spanish probably best-left-untranslated.

how. enticing.

finally, a knock on the door today presented kim and i with half of a sausage quiche made by one of our neighbors as a thanks to kim for mowing her lawn. (the other half went to the other neighbor who helped mow the lawn, too.)

i *heart* lakeside.