Do any of you have one of those neighbors, you know, the silent, grouchy, unkempt-looking, loner-type? We do. Our first meeting of him was quite unnerving to say the least, especially to my unsuspecting husband.
Our first introduction took place the week we moved into our new neighborhood. It was a beautiful, August day and the tide was just right for a kayak ride. My husband and I pushed off quietly from the shore, excited to discover our new backyard. I was paddling in the rear, enjoying the beauty and solitude, when all of a sudden I heard a shrill scream from the banks. I happened to be facing this extremely, unhappy-to-be -discovered stalker, but my husband, unfortunately, was not! He jumped, really as anyone would, if only hearing the pterodactyl-like scream without having any visual of the culprit!
As for me, after I got over laughing at my husband, it was love at first sight!!
And now, you have been properly introduced to our neighbor, whom I have affectionately called Harold for close to four years!