The Boys Next Door

The deck in question

Just so you know, I'm now a sleuth. It all started when we moved into our new apartment. I sit at my work-from-home desk and. Well, the neighbors are just too intriguing to ignore. I watch them all day. There are an indeterminant number of boys who may or may not all share an apartment. The apartment has a huge deck. What goes on over there is far more interesting than Zoom calls I can tell you that much.

Maybe I started paying attention when the one of them began working out one afternoon with a pink man-sized hula hoop. He is an excellent hula-hooper and I say this with the credibility of someone who was formerly extremely capable with a hoop.

Or maybe my eye was caught by the skinny one with the doc Martins who scaled the wall and climbed onto the roof and sat up there reading a book. Probably Dostoevsky or Jack Kerouac or something someone who scales roofs to read hard covers would select.

Also there's a full on full-sized stuffed polar bear inside in the corner. You can see it if you angle yourself just right and it's night time.

Who are these boys? How many of them are there? What do they do for a living or are they still in school? Do they have a washing machine but no dryer and is this the reason the blond one is always hanging damp boxer briefs from the backs of the chairs?

I was talking about the whole thing with Bruce and he suggested going around the block and getting the names off the doorbell buzzer, which was a great idea and I hustled right out and took care of it. 

Bruce is of course very involved in the investigation. 

Anyway, I'll report back.