rice pudding
The sprinkler at my neighbor's house across the street seems angry as it jerks across her front yard, spraying her grass, the sidewalk and the neighbor's trees. Just a month or so ago, when I looked out my window, she was out there, weeding her flowers or planting tomatoes. I was always comforted by the sight of her at 86, caring for her yard and talking to neighbors who might walk by. She and I became good friends several years ago and I visited her and her husband every Saturday. He died about 5 years ago at 99. After that, she and I would go out for breakfast once/week at least - or lunch. Then we would wander around T.J. Maxx usually not buying anything. She is a good friend and her age doesn't matter to me. She comforts me when I need it and we talk about all sorts of things. I like her stories about growing up in Salt Lake. She voted for Obama and wished that she had tried pot in her younger days. She u...