Random prompt time

Not because I can't think of anything else to talk about, but more because I accidentally clicked on it and then went, "Hmm..."

The prompt was "Describe your neighborhood."

My neighborhood is pretty interesting, really, although it's not something I think about much.

The place we live in is a rather posh suburb, or at least parts of it are posh. It's also full of older subdivisions, meaning there are a lot of rent houses, occupied by an extremely varied cross-sample of people, as tends to happen with rent houses. (The house closest to us has a pickup and a boat in the front yard, and generally some other vehicles as well.) But we don't live in a rent house, either, we live in an apartment. It's an smallish, older apartment complex, probably of the same vintage as those rent houses ('60s-ish, maybe into the 70s) but well-maintained. It's also a complex that caters to senior citizens.

Some of you will remember that we got flooded out by Hurricane Ike, nearly 15 years ago. When we moved in, back then, we were not senior citizens, but in the interim, well, we're getting really close. We're not on Medicare yet, but Rob is nearly 60 and I'm older than he is, by a couple of years. Most of our neighbors are considerably older than either  of us. (He said one told him lately that she was 87, which is higher than I would have guessed, in that particular case.)

In fact, some of you may remember hearing me talk about my mom's boyfriend - he was the reason we ended up living there. We had stayed in touch with him after my mom died. (We intended to move back to Galveston but that somehow never happened!) Unfortunately, he passed away several years ago, well into his nineties.

So, my neighborhood might be best described as a hodge-podge - the condos down the street and the big houses down by the creek, cheek by jowl with us renters. It's an entertaining place in ways the chamber of commerce (where we went to vote recently) might not want to acknowledge. We love it.