and her name is Ms. Lucy!
That's me in the red flannel all the way across the street from Ms. Lucy. I was out working in the yard, putting the final pieces and parts in place for the long winter. Ms. Lucy was keeping a close watchful eye.
It wasn't too long ago that I had a different kind of stalker. A pre-teen from the same family as Ms. Lucy. This lad was gunning for me, literally! He was wanting to shot me with a paintball gun SO bad. I had to watch over my shoulder whenever I ventured out in the yard. Fortunately, that's all behind me. I think I still have a weld in my chest, right between my breast bones, but it's over.
I much prefer the safety of Ms. Lucy watching out for me.
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