Changes in the neighborhood

It is the start of fall, and all changes in season bring changes everywhere. But not all changes are due to the seasons, I figure.

Our windows in Boulder look out upon the windows of the condos in another building, who have a good view of us. One learns about one’s neighbors, habits if not names. To my sadness, the Old Ladies With the Cats, who lived directly opposite us, are no longer there, and neither are the cats. Their place is now home to people roughly of the same age as my son. Sadness at the loss of two nice ladies, and two happy cats.

Also, they really have to keep the noise from the parties down. Whiny drunk girls sound even less attractive than even they think.

If the rain lets up, which I think it won’t, I’ll get out to see the ducks on the creek.