Well, actually I know some of my neighbors … the ones on the left, the ones across the street and the ones behind me. The ones on the right are a different story. We live in a pretty small town so I’ve probably run into them at the grocery store or the bank … but I wouldn’t know … I don’t know what they look like. They write me a note once a year asking me to trim the palm trees when they bloom (because they mess up the pool) and then they leave it in the mailbox. There once was a phone number on the letter … so I called to say hi. The husband didn’t want to talk about anything except that our palm trees were invading his property and complain that his yard guy was having to trim our hedges (that serves as a wall from our property to theirs). I’m a good neighbor … I had someone cut the trees and hedges the next day. It’s not that they aren’t social … they hold loud parties and I’ve never complained about them. I once called 911 because there was a strong chemical smell drifting into our house. It turns out it was their adult son spraying his car with a sealant. The fire department paid them a visit. I felt really bad.
In our old neighborhood, my husband and I were the youngest residents by about 30 years. We lived in a townhouse and would leave the trashcan out early on trash pick up days. When we got back from work late at night someone had always put our trash bin on the front door step, blocking the door, and once with a note that said “bring your trash can in on time.” It wasn’t like we let the bin sit out overnight … it was always brought in the same day … just after work. I was scared to death of our homeowner’s association. They nitpicked on everything.
And then there is the couple that lives behind us. They are in their 80s. Before we met them, we started having bags of oranges show up in our backyard. It took a while to figure out that they were throwing them over the fence to us from their garden. My daughter would look for the bags every morning … hoping the “orange fairy” sent her something new.
We made a point one day to walk around to the other street to introduce ourselves. If I had to describe the “orange fairy” I’d say they look just like this:
Growing up, my family used to know all of our neighbors. Nowadays it seems so different. Writing this, I realize I haven’t visited the “Fredricksons” in over a year. I need to get on that.
What about you? Do you know your neighbors?
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