Transitioning

Today it's just beautiful in Columbus, sunny and cool. I'd planned to identify as a dog owner (haven't had a dog since 1957) and talk to my neighbors who all socialize that way, but they'd all disappeared by the time I got to the drive way.

This is Polka-Dot, my last dog, part Dalmatian

I did finally go outside and chatted with a dog owner.  She said she was moving flowers because she would be moving soon and moving pots would be easier.  She's been telling me for 15 years she was planning to move.