This evening after work I’ve got my two grown-up kids coming around with their young families. We’ll cook a few things up on the barbeque to celebrate the occasion. What occasion? Well, it’s not much really, but I’ve lived in this same house on this same street for twenty years! I buried my husband from here!
Next door there’s a lady who lives alone although she’s not there very often. She’s from somewhere in Africa. She has three or four lemon trees. They’re absolutely laden with fruit, and occasionally when she’s not there, and I’ve a need, I go over and “borrow a lemon”. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.
My neighbours on the other side of me – I’m not sure what they do but a van advertising electrical supplies comes and goes, so I presume he’s an electrician or something. I think he and his wife have a couple of kids because I’ve seen her walk with the kids in the direction of the local school. They haven’t been here very long; about five years.
Across the road is a lady who seems to collect cats! She doesn’t seem to work but she’s out on the curb about ten times a day calling “Kitty! Kitty! Kitty!” Cats of all colours seem to come running. It’s sad really. Possibly the cats are the only thing in her life. People with that many cats must be lonely. I think.
Next to her is a fairly rowdy couple. They have a son who comes and goes with the music blasting in his car. He comes and goes at any hour of the day and night. The pulsating beat of the music drives me nuts, but fortunately he comes briefly and drives away again. I’m not sure if he lives there with his parents or not. At least I presume they’re his parents. Apparently they also have a daughter, but she’s in an institution for the-something-or-rathers.
As I say, I’ve been here twenty years now; the longest on the street I believe. I’ve been meaning to pop around and introduce myself.
I think this might be set in my neighborhood. Spooky.
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Thanks, Sarah. Actually I wrote it looking out my window!
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It seems to be the norm these days, this looking out the window at the neighbours. 😆
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Yes – the little three year old across the road – Charlotte – checks the letterbox about 18 times a day!
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Awwww. You might consider leaving a little letter for her, unless her parents would take umbrage at that. Mind you, if you started this, it would be difficult to stop without disappointing Charlotte.
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The mother’s a lawyer and the father’s a drunk! I shall let sleeping dogs lie!
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That street is a microcosm of the macrocosm of humanity as it’s evolving. That is a convincing, if unsettling, portrayal.
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Thanks. It seems to be evolving in the wrong direction!
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Certainly. Things have been falling apart for a while. Before long, it will be too late to darn the tears.
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Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer… W.B. Yeats
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Somehow that is always lurking in the recesses of the mind…
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I was just getting around to telling this busybody to get a life and get to KNOW her neighbors, instead of spying on them – but you did it for me!
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LOL! I’m not particularly enamoured of having close neighbours – which is one reason we want to move out of town here and find a more “expansive” property.
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Could be anywhere
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Thanks, Derrick. Suburbia is everywhere!
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LOL. I have read it twice, and failed to find her name 😉
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I do anything to make people read things twice!!
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You do. Sometimes I read more than twice and still laugh 🙂
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!! 😀
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