I was out of town for the day on Saturday but fortunately one of the astute observers in my house reported this story.
The husband was outside all afternoon on Saturday trimming and mowing and weeding and puttering. You know the usual.
This was several hours of wandering around the yard.
The entire time there was a suburban parked in the driveway of the mystery house with boxes being loaded and unloaded and re-arranged. The portly priest, the current renter and one other woman were working on this project for hours.
The husband still doesn't know if they were coming or going though. In the few minutes it took him to park the tractor in our garage and get a glass of water they were gone.
There was no telling if they were moving in or moving out, or really what was going on over there.
Ever mysterious.
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