Won't you be my neighbor?

Things are in full swing here. Work is almost done to put the house on the market. We have a firm date of July 1st as our departure date. We're just now starting to chip away at the huge amount of paperwork/footwork that needs to be done before we leave. Add to that Scott being at home for 8-10 weeks recovering from hip surgery, it's been mighty crazy. And every couple of days, Scott and I look at each other and say something like, "Holy crap, we're actually doing this," or "Is this really happening?"

But it looks like we're moving just in time. We're getting new neighbors. Actually we're getting new old neighbors. This guy, we'll call him Seymour Butts, used to live next door to us, with his wife. They also each had children from former relationships that came and went. They fought constantly. Seymour also had a motorcycle, which he delighted in revving as loud and long as possible. He especially enjoyed doing it at midnight. Also, he loved his drugs. He was supposedly in a band too. Did I mention this guy was at least 40?

So. One night, after Sam and I were both in bed (this was pre-Hannah), there was a knock at the door. Scott opened it to find Seymour standing there (and I use "standing" loosely, as he was clearly loaded) with a dead rabbit. "Your effing* cat killed my kids' effing rabbit." And before Scott could respond or try to make things right, he walked back home muttering under his breath. The next day, we see him walking to his hog and he smiles and waves. "Hey!" Seriously, this guy is a nutjob.

[*not the actual word used]

Anyway, Seymour and his wife split up, so they moved. We were truly heartbroken, but we carried on. The owners of the house decided to sell it, and miracle of miracles, a young single woman bought it and fixed it up, and now it's a really cute house.

Then the neighbors on the other side of us decided to move, and guess who just moved into the house last night at 11 pm?? I am so excited. Especially since he still has the motorcycle, and his driveway is right near Sam's window! AND he has a new woman who loves cussing. Very loudly.

Three months. Just three more months. I can handle it for three months.