The Neighborhood Chronicles

The neighborhood slept in a cloud of dust last night. Why are there trucks still cruising the desert at 4:00 AM? A mystery indeed. They have left an inch of dirt at the bottom of our pool. Oh bother, time to buy that underwater pool vacuum cleaner. Oh well, it had to be done.

New neighbor to the left has tried to laid down squares of green grass. Glistening pearls of fresh water escape through hissing sprinklers. It's quite soothing, to say the least. But alas, there are already yellow patches appearing here and there. Soft green grass will struggle on to find strength if it is to grow in our desert community.

Neighbors are moving this week, and likely in the weeks to follow. A mother's life was taken and her soul mate, her lover, her husband of fifteen years can no longer live in the house they called home. We shall miss them and forever wonder if we had done enough. God will watch over them as we bid them farewell.

Furthermore, neighbor to the right (Lady Peas) has not been spotted for a while. It seems that her husband has taken a few days off. We shall not speak of it further. Do not worry, Lady Peas, we have your children. Send food soon.

In any case, our castle lays silent amongst tumbleweeds and desert sands. The coyotes have wandered off for the day. They will return when darkness falls, with eyes aglow, looking for water. It is here for their taking. Our little Road Runners appear when Mr. and Mrs. Coyote make their exit. I do wonder who is faster. Would not like to find out however.

At any rate, the Gatekeeper finds herself alone. Her young lord has journeyed to his father's new abode near the Kingdom of the Mouse. Tomorrow he shall witness the beating of Blue Jays by Angels (those in Anaheim) and share his dreams with Cousin J. who he hasn't seen for a year. It will be a good reunion.

Princess S. is in school--a six hour film class. She called to let Mom Gatekeeper know she was having fun. She bears her nickname, School Girl, with pride. Ah, life is good.

I shall read "Mariah Mundi" by Rev. Graham Taylor, and will do a book review soon. Speaking thus of book reviews, The Village has asked me to do a few and I suspect, with great enthusiasm, they will soon have a full-time book reviewer. Should be fun as we showcase our very own authors.

Well, clothes will not wash themselves--away with me. The neighborhood shall survive yet another day under the scorching sun.


"Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins. Offer hospitality to one another without grumbling. Each one should use whatever gift he has received to serve others, faithfully administering God's grace in its various forms." (1 Peter 8-10)

Ah, Would You Venture Into The Gatekeeper's Shoppe?