Now that I work out of my house, I’ve gotten really into staring out the window and checking out what’s going on in my street in Albany Park.

So much happened this morning! My really elderly across-the-street neighbor was once again taken to the hospital. My next-door neighbors got a delivery of what’s probably bogarted landscape flower flats. And this dude keeps riding down my block on a bike with a hand-truck strapped to the back like a makeshift trailer. All in half an hour!

And I wrote a tsk-tsk note to my alderman about the half-ass requirement placed on some retailers to accept plastic-bag recycling.

I am the nosy neighbor. The neighborhood busybody. And, hopefully, after I finish ripping out my front lawn, the local weirdo.

One of the goals for this freelance journey I’m on is to get more civically engaged. I just have to make sure my outlook doesn’t get terribly small.