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My next-door neighbor appears to be becoming a hoarder. I don't know what the inside of her place looks like but it's probably a bit like the storage shed and driveway. Many things. She works rather hard at sorting things and packing them but I don't see her throw away much. She's quite possessive about her lot as well, complaining about broken edging and anything that hints of change to her plants. She held up the guy who was clearing my lot, I hear, because she didn't want him to touch the side yard, even though it is on my lot. She worried that her plants would be destroyed in the process, or her edging bricks, which are about as old as Moses.

Today Gabriel, my gardener, asked if I wanted to keep a plant that was next to the street, a shrub that has been there since I have and has had many ups and downs over the years. Although it was in good condition I said no, I do not want it any more. I am more interested in plants that grow naturally,  that do not need major trimming or other work to keep up.  So he planted a nice yucca instead (I think that's what it is).

When I went out just now to pull my car back into the driveway (we've been taking them out to allow room for the landscaping trucks and wagons), she came at me with an almost-furious expression on her face.

"Did you tell that guy to take out that plant?" She pointed to the corner where that plant was.

"Yes, I did."

"You didn't want it?"

"No. Did you want it?"

"Yes. I put a lot of time into it."

I had forgotten that she had brought it back from the dead at least once. It had not occurred to me that she would want it. I'm afraid this little thing may put a chink into our relationship,which has been going very well lately.


Judith Lautner
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