How do you feel about your neighbors?
In my previous home my new neighbor greeted us with a basket of strawberries that spilled onto our shiny wooden floors. The gift of food was foreshadowing: we had meals at each other's home, shared recipes and small bites; I remember insisting she come over right now to taste a new cookie, still warm from the oven.
In our current home, one neighbor of 13 years greets us, barely, but, I feel, it's his way of interacting with the world. Our previous neighbor, of 11 years was a model of consistency: he had his morning walk and his evening walk. He swept his drive. We sipped rose on his patio and chatted about his time in WWII; at Christmas I sent over cookies while he sent us See's.
At 92 he passed away.
The first time I met our current neighbors I was in a hurry and they had blocked our driveway with a truck.
Ah, foreshadowing. During the open-window summer months their microwave that cooks their breakfast blasts at 6:am;
their security alarm is set to go into histrionic self-destruct mode AFTER
they've left their home. In the cool fall air they pour their empties into the recycling bin at 6:30 am; he works sawing tile or drilling concrete under our bedroom window; they installed a motion detector light that flashes into our bedroom when a squirrel scuppers by; they have decorated their drive way (which we see from our living and dining room) with the broken debris of a wood shop/gym.
This all should be funny, if I were more ZM (zen master) and less EA (easily annoyed--look it up in the DSM).
What has sent me over the edge is that they have no drapes. Perhaps they did not realize one of their bedrooms is completely visible to a visitor to our dining room. I have taken to leaving the dining room light on at all times, in an epiphany-provoking attempt.
Last night, what did I see next door as I set the table?
I promise more psychological warfare updates as they occur.
And now you know what a nutter I truly am---
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