“The RoseBouquet”

Yes, Possession date rolled around last Friday, and I got the keys to my very own home at noon on June 1. Joe Homontowski, next door had taken the day off work, and began early in the morning to clean up the back yard. The best way to pick up the smaller, loose debris was to mow it up. Then he raked the back yard too.

I arrived about 10:45 and when I saw that the front door looked open, I went in, thinking Alvin was there early and hey, I’d get my keys earlier too. I assumed it would be empty and echo-ey in there. Whoops! No, there was still some furniture standing around like in a previous visit, and two young native teens were sleeping sitting there. I made a hasty retreat.

I went around to the side, and talked with Joe, and raved about all he’d already accomplished. We decided to press on, and let Alvin deal with his lazy tenants when he came. I got my rake and garden tools out of the car, and began to rake the front lawn and to pick up the broken glass with Dad’s big leather gloves.

Alvin arrived at exactly 12 noon, and I soon reported the situation to him. He bounded up the steps and into the house quite fast! A few minutes later he came out, and told me they were leaving. In minutes Joe joined us and said they had fled out the back door, and he’d asked the kid who was the renter, if he wasn’t taking any of his stuff. “No.” was the answer. So Joe said, “It’s all going to the dump today.”

Sure enough. Joe worked all day, and single-handedly grabbed every chunk of furniture or mattress and took them out to his truck and trailer and carted them away! Three times he made that trip to the dump.

Say it together with me now; God bless that neighbour, Joe!