Now That He Is Gone

I didn’t think I would miss him, and I was right. There are brown spots in the yard where I scalped it with my lawnmower, I don’t care, it’s just grass and it grows to fast anyway. He would have been sure to point that out to me, if he’d hadn’t gone. I’m glad his son took his old dog. I can fix that hole in the fence now that his dog won’t be coming through it to beg scraps from me. I sure won’t miss his bad haircut and I’m glad I won’t have to laugh at his poor, worn-out jokes --anymore now that he’s gone. I won’t have to show him how to play dominoes, or work on his beat-up car, or fix his antique tiller before we replant that garden in his back yard. I will miss our tomatoes now that he’s gone.