It's raining and the neighbor is running the sprinkler

I am up very early in the morning and there is a soft beat of rain outside. The neighbor across the street has his sprinkler system running. I think it must me his automatic timer system. The neighbor across the street works as a Postal employee in Brevard and also works in the National Guard. He is married and has two daughters. Last Halloween his wife dressed up as Dorothy from "The Wizard of Oz." Mom and I barely say hello much less anything else to this family. We hardly see them. They are pretty much on the go most all the time. My neighbor Laurel has friends from up North staying with her. One of her friends was suppose to have an operation. I don't know what it was for, but I hope it turned out well for her. Laurel 's son Bruce usually takes her to do volunteer work at the local hospital. She also goes for her exercise class there. Pauline, another neighbor, is a fun person who is always active with her church. She has her daughter Susan staying with her for a time. Susan lives in South Carolina and was here to have lasik eye surgery. I think it went well for Susan. She hasn't returned yet to South Carolina, but I believe she will when she is ready. My two Italian neighbor's down the street display the nicest Christmas decorations. One left the decorations up through little Christmas. One of the Italian family has a head of household named Angelo. He designed his brick driveway and the layout of the plant life and a small grotto with a small statue of Mary. Our neighbor Gus is confined to a motorized wheelchair. He is paralyzed from the neck down. He can maneuver with hand slightly the controls on the wheelchair. He buys and sells old cars and bicycles. He is very generous around Christmas time. He leaves a bag of Grapefruit and a nice card with us. We try to fix something nice for him in return. The other end of the street has Larry and Ellen. Larry has Cancer in the most dangerous places. He has endured intense Chemotherapy and Ellen has endured Larry's emotional moods. There is a girl from New York who goes walking everyday. I don't know her name, but she has long black hair. Occasionally her husband will walk with her. Next door to her is Christine with the kids. She occasionally will spend time with Ellen. Across the street is a guy with two dogs who offered to help mom out whenever she needed help. There is also my neighbor Pete who does his own table saw stuff next door and on the other side is Carol who occasionally has her daughter and friends over for a visit. This is life of 18Th. Avenue in New Smyrna Beach, Florida.