The nightmares we conjured as entertainment became real enough for our Mother as she attempted to quiet six uncooperative ratcheted kids and settle each in bed. We perceived, in the way children do, that they were judging us. The neighbors became the focus of all our kid grudges against the world.
They of course, knew nothing of this, and the daily file of sullen, scowling school-bound children must have been a fount of some wonderment to them. Was so overused by our Mother we eventually cared not a whit what the neighbors thought. They are tiptoeing through life — a collection of performed duties and an endless round of people appeasing. Taking the least frowned upon path to the sanctuary of the grave. I have often wished I could reach in and flick the to-heck-with-the-neighbors switch and free them to be fully, gloriously, messily themselves, but I digress.
We are discovering the impending climate nightmare scenario is not kid-stuff, but global in scope, and devastating in scale. We are all in a single atmosphere together, we are not climatically independent, there are no boundary fences, to separate our fates, no sheltering hedges. On the planetary scale Earth it turns out is just one home, humanity one family. We thought knowledge and technology might prove us separate and above interdependence — extinction of vitality on our lush raft in space could be the high price of our conceit.
What we each do from here on in percusses everyone else. I promise I'll bit. If you stop shooting. I wish I could get to her now.
This is the easy part. Who wants to be the first to die? Cat and mouse. I love this game. Keep running This won't be more than a one night stand. You bitch! There's plenty of me to go around. Read my lips: you're dead. Any last words? I'm horrible! They will deliver, PJ, but there is a charge for that. We just did our first grocery shopping trip at my old Lunds store. I nearly wept for joy at the selection and the good people running the place. Dining in the dining room is probably a good way to meet some of your fellow residents, and become part of the community.
I tried eating at the dining room in Michigan. It did not go well. It is a challenge for me to dine with strangers my hearing is poor, plus I have a hand tremor that makes eating tricky. How I wish, Renee, that I lived closer to you. Your cooking sounds so fabulous to me.
What kind of Turkish pepper paste do you use in your turlu? It has lots of sweet red peppers, eggplant, okra, green beans, zucchini, parsely, onions, and and garlic. It was baked, and seems to be more like a casserole than a stew.
No pepper paste, but that sounds intriguing. Like Liked by 3 people. Sounds scrumptious. I think we should apply Baboonish peer pressure on Renae and Chris to move here instead of the planned retirement move to Easter S. We can all plan group meals and they can cook. Like Liked by 6 people. I lived next door to one of the nicest guys in St Paul. But we sure differed. Donn was obsessed with his lawn. I consider much lawn care wasteful and environmentally unsound. Although Donn and I never talked about politics, I could tell he was quite conservative.
In the end, I decided I to be—or pretend to be—the sort of neighbor Donn deserved. I mowed more often than I wanted to. I trimmed my shrubs almost as assiduously as he trimmed his. I displayed no pink flamingos or liberal campaign signs on my property. The weeds in the garden are so annoying. By the end of today our yard will be much better looking, and people will know that good Lutherans live in our house, not marauding cossacks. There is a lot of foot traffic in my neighborhood and I always used to wonder when I yelled at the kids, especially if the windows were open, how much they heard and what they thought.
Back when I cooked, there were some good smells coming from the house: homemade cookies, homemade bread. But to answer the questions — they will surmise someone likes to grow food, as the bit of side lawn we have is completely planted, and in front of that is all raspberries and a tiny apple tree.
This prompted Next-door Neighbor to try out growing a few veggies in a space between the garages, which means we now, between the two of us, have enough zucchini to start our own Farmers Market. I really like it when people paint their front doors a joyous color. Ours is a deep red which I just love. I have seen purple, sage green, turquoise. It is all tied up in our front doors. Our house is grey stucco with purple trim and a beautiful purple front door.
And right now my three Weigela bushes out front are covered with big deep red flowers; a joy to behold. Hans Aften. I love these old traditions. I got completely wrapped up in home projects and totally forgot!
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