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I tried to get here yesterday, I really did. I guess the gatekeeper wasn't in the mood to let me in or whatever. Ah, well, I'm here today.

The hag who lives behind us has accepted an offer on her house. Unfortunately, the closing won't be until November. She probably needs that amount of time to pack all of her plastic flowers and knicknacks. I only hope she doesn't change her mind about the sale. She is making some rumblings in that direction.

Sunday, the buyers came to look at the house. They are originally from this town, but have been living in another state for a while and are now moving back to be near family. The wife hadn't seen the home yet which is why they came for yet another viewing. Since hubby, the neighbors from both sides of us and I were outside, we all got to meet the new arrivals. Somehow the hag heard about the meeting and as is her wont, began shouting on the phone about how she wouldn't sell if we met anyone else viewing her house! She loves to do her phoning from her back patio at a booming volume. She constantly harps about us and the neighbors. I'm quite sure that even though staying would make her miserable, she would stomach that misery just to make the lives of others in the neighborhood even more miserable.

I want to hate her, but I really just pity her. She is a constant reminder to me of how I don't want to be in my later years. I hope I don't get to be like that, I really do.
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