Quote Originally Posted by tootsie roll
The old guy sounds very lonely and I'll bet all he has are his 2 dogs. He may have relatives but they can't be bothered. It's sad. Maybe people can be nice to him and maybe even invite him for a meal or make him a plate now and then.
We have to help our elderly because, god willing, that will be us one day.
And your other neighbor, at least you know she smokes .
Us ladies, we get to an age where we don't care what others think of our dress. If she is thin and can pull it off, more power to her for having enough guts to do it. Shes prolly younger then 87. lol
Talk to her, see what happens. Ya never know.

A couple of years ago I was out riding around and a sign by the roadside caught my eye. So, I stopped and chatted the people up and decided to do a barter...their eggs for some of my veggies.

It worked out well. The first thing the older lady asked me was do I smoke. So I pulled out my cigs and said yes. We sat and smoked. The next day, I went back and she pulled me aside and said" I mean, do you smoke weed"? I was shocked. She's almost 70!
Boy, does she smoke. lol
But anyways, we have become friends and I'm welcome there any time for as long as I want.
I finally actually feel wanted by someone human! Plus there are 2 teen boys there and her ex-husband and tons of animals.
Only drawback. They are filthy people and I'll only wear certain clothes over there. Sit on a toilet? Never ever.
I am teaching them slowly but surely how to overcome the mess. They actually bought a new fridge. It's beautiful. Lets see how long it lasts. I know I'm going to be cleaning it because she won't. If I'm going to eat or drink there, it needs to have certain standards even if I end up doing the work.

I mean, what would you guys do?
You have a heart of gold, Toots! I love it that you've befriended those people.

I know what you mean about the mess, though. I have a longtime friend, Mary, who is not a housekeeper. I'm not either; I'm a clutterbug. But I pay money to have folks help me keep things fairly neat and to clean the surfaces underneath. My friend Mary is really pathologically filthy. The kitchen. The toilets. The furniture. It's scary. I can't stand to sit anyplace in her house, and while she knows she has a problem, she can't seem to get it under control. I feel more comfortable visiting here at our house. When I'm over at Mary's, I always wish I were wearing haz-mat gear!