We have the best neighbors in the world.

We are blessed to live in the country in Mississippi.  Our property is approximately 2 acres.  There are five houses on our street.  One of the houses is brand new.  They are still building it.  We have a very fancy house two houses to our East.  In between our house and the really fancy house is a modest house.  This houses the mother of the son who owns the very fancy house.

The house under construction is going to be owned by a cousin to the son who owns the fancy house.  I think he is a nephew to Mama.

The house directly to our West is owned by the “Grouchy Uncle.”  A cousin lives in that house.  He rents the house from the “Grouchy Uncle.”  Down the road, at the cul-de-sac, is another relative.  He is a super nice guy.

Everybody on our street is related.  Except for us.  We are the odd man out.  We get along great with everybody in the neighborhood except for the “Grouchy Uncle.”  He does not like us.  He does not even like MFH (My Favorite Husband) and Everybody likes MFH!!!  If they are going to not like somebody, nine times out of ten, they will not like me.  Go figure.

Story time:

I was out mowing this afternoon.  86 F. Sunny skies.  Beautiful weather!

The yard was finally dried out from the severe weather we had this week, so I seized the opportunity to cut that grass before it decided to rain again.

When I mow, I always begin on the West side of our property.  I do not know why, I just do.  Lots of times, the Nephew, the renter of that property, will mow at the same time.  We will wave at each other sometime while we are mowing.  Just being neighborly…you know!

The “Grouchy Uncle” is probably 5(?) years older that MFP and myself.  We were kids in grade school during the Civil Rights Era.  There was a lot of unrest and discord during those years and many people of different races grew to be un-trusting of anybody who was not of their same race.

I guess the “Grouchy Uncle” is stuck in his mindset in the Civil Rights years.  He only trusts people of his own race.  He definitely does NOT trust us.  That is too bad.  He loves his family and is a very loyal person.  Those are good qualities in a person!  He would make a good friend.

When we first moved here, I was out mowing and so was he.  As we passed each other on the mowers, I raised my hand and waved.  Hmmm…he must not have seen me because he did not wave back.

We made another pass.  This one was closer.  I waved again.  He did not wave back.  Odd.

The third time, we made passes probably not more than eight feet apart.  He could not miss me!  I waved for the third time.  The “Grouchy Uncle” grabbed a towel off the back of his mower and threw it over his head so he would not have to see me!

Now, THAT is Grouchy!

Fortunately, he does not live on this street.  His nephew, the person renting there does, we get along great!  He is a super nice guy.  Drives a school bus.  His sister used to live there with him, but she passed a year ago of cancer.  That was sad.  We sent a card with a check.  We did not attend services.  We did not want to upset the “Grouchy Uncle” on such a private day.

All that to say, I mowed today.  So did the nephew.  We waved at each other and finished our mowing.  The yards look great!   🙂