I’m the crotchety old lady who lives at the end of my street, peeking though her curtains and complaining when people disturb her.
Hmmm. Not quite right.
I’m the reclusive older neighbor who stays in for days at a time and only sneaks away for brief errands when no one is watching.
Nope. Not that either.
I’m the introverted 58 year old gardener in the brick house who relishes her solitude.
OK. That’s better.Continue Reading