I'm glad to say that the camelias have barely been dented by all the recent rain - and nor has the blossom on the Asian pear. But I barely noticed the floribundance at this side of the house today, since our attention was preoccupied by our neighbor - and two little kids, and nanny - moving out. This was a surprise to us, to say the least. She has been there for four and a half years; is a fairly successful screen writer (in our neighborhood, that's par for the course), and has been perfectly friendly - via email - over such things as misdelivered mail. But she very much kept herself to herself, and no one ever seemed to visit other than people who worked for her. The last time I saw her was three weeks ago, when she was evacuating to Anaheim - maybe the fires were too much for her?
- I just wrote a much longer chunk of prose, and deleted it, because it seemed a bit invasive or her privacy, and she seemed the most private person possible. Even her two pregnancies were planned and executed - so far as one could see - entirely solo. I'm just mystified by such reticence, such - well, at least she was very, very quiet. Whether the house is now for sale or to rent, we'll find out - but it's just so strange to have one's neighbor melt away, and all her goods trundle off in a couple of removal vans, without one having a clue about this being about to happen.
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