Getting to Know the Neighbors
I watched the show Bewitched a lot after school when I was growing up. I loved that show. One of the characters was named Gladys Kravitz. Gladys was always peeking out of her windows and she knew everything that everyone was up too. Invariably, some sort of Bewitching would happen, Samantha flying over the moon, Esmerelda pouting on the roof with a goat or something along those lines. This would send Gladys screaming to her husband, “AAAABBBBBNAH, AAAAAABBBBBBNAH!!!!” (his name was Abner Kravitz.)
Well, my neighbors aren’t like that… so far. However they are very personable. Today I got a new bed from a friend and I rented a UHaul truck to get it. I was unloading the smaller stuff while waiting on another friend to show up to help with the mattress and box springs. One of the walking ladies (and there are a lot all throughout the day) was walking by and she said, “Oh goodness, do be careful… that looks very heavy.” I told her I was only moving the small stuff until a friend arrived. She looked genuinely relieved.
I know … awwwwww.
There is also another walking lady I see everyday when I am leaving for work and when I come home from work. She walks twice a day like clockwork. I call her Mrs. Yellowpants because they kind of match the dye she uses for her hair. I mean, it’s not THAT yellow but neither are her sweatpants. We wave at each other every day … morning and evening.
Then there is Mr. R who lives in the condo below mine. He has a colorful vocabulary and calls our neighbors “nosy.” It’s interesting how he is the one who gave me a rundown of everyone first :). His daughter is old enough to be my Aunt and she seemed relieved when I met her. My guess is she is worried for her father (he has bad health) and I sense she feels that I am approachable if they need help.
I guessing about all of that but … I am available if they need help.
Now, my neighbors directly to my left love Metallica and are just a little bit older than me but kind of the bad kids of the neighborhood. My neighbors to the left just brought their baby girl home who was born prematurely. She is still on oxygen, but the day she came home (after three months in the hospital) you could almost hear the whole building rejoice.
Then there is the lady I call Ms. Fossie. She is the epitome of everyone’s grandma. You would expect her to bring an apple pie over just because … When I put up my Christmas lights she came over and was absolutely delighted.
I turn 40 in four months and I am probably the youngest person on the property (the couple with the baby are about my age.) I am not wanting to fly over the moon and while I do pout … I don’t have a goat and don’t have a desire to sit on the roof in a green dress.
Well … not any more… I gave the dress away. ::: it’s just a joke people :::
I love my new home and my new neighbors.
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