Posts Tagged ‘neighbors’

If the house is rockin’, I will come knockin’.

Last summer, new neighbors moved in across the street.  They are a young couple and seem nice, although I haven’t talked to them much since bringing them cookies when they first moved in.  We generally just do the typical  neighbor thing: wave if we make eye contact, pretend we don’t see each other if we don’t make eye contact.  (Reading that over, I feel like a jerk. Is that the typical neighbor thing?  Or am I a big brat for not waving every time?)

Well, last night I get home around 11:30.  As I get out of my car, I hear music blasting out of their house.  Not just any music, but some serious heavy metal.  (Note: this is not typical for the neighborhood.  I think the average age of my other neighbors is 72. No joke.)  After about fifteen minutes, it changes to ska and I just can’t take it any longer.

I walk across the street and knock on the door.  Of course, they can’t hear me so I start lurking around the side of their house, trying to decide if I should knock on their back door.  (Thank goodness no one drove by…I would have looked like a total creeper.)  Then, the song ends so I run back to the front porch and knock again.

Matt answers the door, beer mug in hand.

“HI,” I shout, “I HEARD YOUR MUSIC AT MY HOUSE, AND…”

He interrupts, “OH, SORRY, IS IT TOO LOUD?”

“NO, I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT I LIKE IT.  SO I THOUGHT I’D COME OVER…”

“OH, AWESOME, WANT A BEER?”

And with that, I made some new friends.  As it turns out, whatever the other neighbors said made the new neighbors think I was lame (Matt’s words, not mine) so they were never sure what to say to me.    In all, it turned out to be a super fun night.  The cops showed up, though, around 3.  Apparently the music WAS too loud.

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Laundry fresh off the line

18. With just a little more effort, you can put clothes on the line and get that crunchy feeling and yummy smell.  Slight risk of insects in clothes, but that’s a small price to pay.  And if you shake the clothes well, nothing sticks around.

19.  My backyard neighbor, Lorene, has a friend named Bill. I think they are both 87 years old.  Anyway, sometimes, when he’s done visiting her, he drives the long way out of the neighborhood to drive by my house.  I think he just likes to check up on me to make sure nothing looks drastically out of order.  Whatever the reason, I like it.

20. Bill also brought me two newspaper clippings about starting seedlings inside before the official garden season has started.  This is after I commented that I was thinking about doing that this year.  Truthfully, I probably wouldn’t have done it if he hadn’t brought me those clippings.