Have I told you lately that I love my neighbors?
I reside in a large apartment complex and my building contains six apartments. With the exception of very new neighbors (it’s the one apartment that’s seen a lot of turnover), everyone else has been hanging out together, helping one another, and becoming friends as we live our separate lives with work and family. It’s an unusual situation for me as I’ve not experienced this type of camaraderie with neighbors in any other place that I’ve lived. One of the neighbors has become “the biking buddy” and we’ve been planning a fall vacation regarding same. She and I also like beer.
What more can I ask for?
In days past, growing up in a small town, I have vivid memories of old neighbors.
Mrs. A lived next door. She was the nosy neighbor.
Mrs. A’s house is behind me. Apparently, this was a snowpocalypse winter, but it did not keep the neighbor from sitting in a chair by the window to ensure all was right with the world and with the young lass standing outside in the furry winter coat. I was in her house one time and noticed a chair intentionally placed by the window. It’s where she sat every day to keep an eye on the neighborhood, like an early version of Neighborhood Watch.
Mrs. A made mom mad on more than one occasion with her nosy inquiries. She would come right out and say things like, “I noticed your husband was gone for a few days. Is everything okay?” Mom may have told her to mind her own business, but I imagine Mrs. A was simply a lonely elderly woman looking for something to do or something to gossip about. No, it’s not right, but that was her life.
On the other hand…
Grandma Petersen lived behind us.
Before I tell you about Grandma P, I have to apologize to mom for sharing a photo of her in curlers, although I’m surprised she allowed this photo to even be taken. Perhaps mom was so enamored with Grandma Petersen’s orange flowers that she forgot about the curlers. I hope her heavenly cheeks are not turning rosy from embarrassment.
Grandma P was a sweet, little lady, all of five foot (152 cm) tall. She was out in her garden all summer.
And she kept to herself in the winter. No chair sitting by the window, being nosy. I imagine she was spending time with family and looking at seed catalogs, preparing for the next spring planting season.
Mom enjoyed having Grandma Petersen as a neighbor, more so than Mrs. A.
Like family, you can’t always pick your neighbors, but one can always hope for the best.
Have I told you lately my neighbors are the best?
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Just go with the flow.
Like a babbling brook, ambling stream or running river. Click HERE if this type of writing floats your boat or helps with your decision-making. This week’s prompt is “rosy.” Find a word that rhymes with “rosy” or use the word “rosy” and base your post on it.