Most of us have them.
Some of them we depend on to feed our dogs while we’re out of town, others for that cup of sugar when we’re baking homemade cookies (stop laughing, husband).
We know some of our neighbors by name, others we wouldn’t recognize if we ran right into them on the street.
In the past decade, I’ve had my fair share of interesting neighbors.
Where to begin?
In our early dating years, my husband shared a duplex with someone that, if we’re being nice here, can only be described as a character. In the interest of privacy, and not getting anyone sued, let’s call him Crazy. One morning, as we were drinking our coffee, Crazy knocked on the front door wielding a sword in one hand and a golf club in the other, “Can one of you guys join me down under the deck? I think we may have rats?” My husband politely, and quickly, declined to go anywhere alone with a man wielding a sword and a golf club. But, we wished Crazy good luck and he was off on his strange little mission.
And then there was that neighbor that lived next door to our Montrose rental. She spent much of her time sitting on her porch, waiting for someone to park in the street, in front of her house. When someone dared, she would run out screaming and yelling at the top of her lungs. The best part? The next time she’d see you she was all smiles and would offer you a cookie. Ummm, thank you, but I politely decline your delicious, arsenic-laced, baked goods, lady. I am so onto you. One less neighbor = one less car.
On the other side of that very same house, we had a neighbor that made it his mission in life to wait for, and then to chase, the free news publication delivery truck. No matter what time of day that paper was thrown, he would come out of his house yelling obscenities, while chasing the truck down the block. That will show them for throwing free things in his lawn. Hmph!
Our current neighbors aren’t quite so colorful. One of them yells at my cat when he runs across their lawn. Another likes to garden. And, for the first time ever, a couple moved across the street from us that I actually want to hang out with. You know, instead of simply waving hello to as I drag my kid to the car in the morning.
Not everyone on my street sees things eye to eye, though. There was quite the sign war during election season. And, like a good neighbor, I documented it all.
But, much unlike the recent arrest of a Houston man caught poisoning the neighborhood dogs, all my neighbors, while quirky, have been completely harmless.
So, I would love to know, what about you?
Tell me about your neighbors.