Yesterday morning, I heard unfamiliar sounds on the other side of my back fence. I opened the curtain on my bedroom window and  observed a dozen men. Not a familiar face in the group. No explanation needed; they were there to build a porch, and ramp, for my ninety-three year old veteran neighbor. “Mr. Gil” has been in the hospital, twice, recently, but  currently is “stuck” at home. I do not know the details. ~~ When work stopped and all was quiet, I took one of my ladders to the back fence and peeked over. “Looking good.”

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I’ve had some health problems recently but they are small compared to the health problems of some of my neighbors. Across my yard, beyond the side fence, a neighbor is recovering from a stroke. Across the street, the wife struggles to care for her husband suffering from Alheimers. Down the street, both husband and wife have been in the hospital and “rehab.” At 5:00 PM an ambulance drove in and I can surmise the wife, home alone, had an emergency. ~~~~ Counting my many blessings.

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This little fellow was on the fence so I kept my distance (and used the telephoto lens) until he jumped down into my neighbor’s yard. Looks like a turkey to me. I wonder where it came from.  ~~ I was in my yard to peek over the fence to see the completed ramp.