Like many people, we don’t know all our neighbors’ names. We know some.
Tony moved in when Don and Deb moved out.
I know Justin, cause he has a dog, and although I always wave to his dad and have spoken to his mom a few times, I don’t know their names. They are Mr and Mrs Justin’s Parents. Mrs Justin’s Parents works nights. Mr Justin’s Parents loves to mow grass and mows half the lawns on our street. They usta live across the street without Justin, but now they all live together in Jim’s house because it’s bigger. Yes, I know Jim is no longer with us, but it’s still Jim’s house, ya know?
Rob and Holly have boys and they are soccer fanatics.
We know the other parents of four — Kate and HER FINE ASS HUSBAND. At least for three of us. Maybe The Mister knows his name.
We met Boy Mommy right after we moved in. Not seen her since. There’s a large tree between us.
Then there are the antisocial people with the dogs.
Hermit Lady. I had a lively conversation with Hermit Lady about four years ago, but I don’t remember her name. I liked her. At least for 20 minutes.
Dementia Lady moved out. Dementia Lady apparently kept a lot of not-her-mail when accidentally delivered to her home. That’s how we found out she had dementia. A family moved into Dementia Lady’s house and they have a black lab.
Why is it that I’m okay with the black lab runnin all over our yard, but I don’t like their kids doin that?
I thought it was like time flipped my old people switch but it wasn’t age-related at all, because Sassy bug-eyed the window one day and shouted, “Where the hell did all these kids come from and why are they runnin through my yard?”
What is that? It’s not like they’re hurting anything.
Y’all, I don’t really believe in land ownership or corporations owning all the corn or whatever. Not like I don’t believe these things exist, but rather, I’m more communal or socialist or hippie dippy trippy — but not with my last soda… So, you know, technically, legally, these kids were trespassing, but they also weren’t hurting anything.
Do people not teach their kids to stay outta other people’s yards anymore?!?
When I was a kid, we knew whose yard we could cut through. Where all the yards met, we played in an L-shaped space because there was one neighbor who hated kids in his lawn.
We could walk through Gordon’s cornfield all but when he’d just planted.
The guy on the corner of Young and Oyler would come out and yell about his shotgun if we even walked too close to his honeysuckle bushes.
(On Sundays when he went to church, we walked through the alley and sucked that side of his bushes dry. Heathens, the lot of us.)
OLD MAN MOTTERN AND OLD LADY MOTTERN AND YOUNG MOTTERN 3 DON’T WANT YOU RUNNIN THROUGH THEIR YARD, but they dunno why.
Anyway, that black lab. That dog’s name is Cooper and we’re fans. We dunno his humans’ names.
Not too long ago, Sadie and Cooper had a nice meet cute with leashes and butt sniffing and a bit of tangle, then this week, he came a callin, right to the front door. He stood there, tail waggin, like, “Can Sadie come out and play?” I let him in and we all walked through the house to the back yard for the playin.
They had the bestest blurriest furriest time, and we enjoyed watching them.
Happy Friday Everyone!