Who are all the people in your neighborhood?
I've written about some of my neighbors in a previous long forgotten post. Here actually...
I've been itching for two weeks now because one of my neighbors went on a camping trip or something and has left all the gear and his sons bikes in the back of his truck. For two weeks. I've seen him driving all over town with all that crap in the back of his truck. Bikes clanking about. Put. It. Away. Please!
As I was walking my dog the other day, and starring daggers into my neighbors truck full of crap, I passed my next door neighbor Louise's house. She was outside with another woman and two small children. Louise knows everyone and everything that happens around here. Mostly because she grew up in the house across the street from the house she lives in now (which is where truck guy lives) and half of the people that live in the immediate area are somehow related to her. Case in point, the woman she was chatting with is her cousin who lives up the street. My husband and I often wonder about the level of inbrededness happening here.
Louise said hi to me and I said hello back. Something about me sparked interest in one of the children.
"Hey Monet, I need to ask you something!?"
I have no idea who this little boy is but he's coming at me with full on excitement and a handful of dandelions.
"Monet, can I pet your dog!?"
"Sure, he's very sweet and loves people."
Then I hear a little sweet voice say "There's a baby!!!"
Then the little girl came running at me, she wanted my baby.
She stood in front of me twisting her hands, shrugging her shoulders, smiling and saying "Look at the baby! Aww!"
It was adorable but it freaked me out. It's amazing how some girls, even at the age of two, want a baby. And it makes me wonder, how many of those little girls who adored babies actually ended up becoming mothers compared to girls who showed less interest in babies. I'm sure there has been a study on this somewhere but I'm to lazy to look it up.
As the woman and the children were about to leave, a young man rode by on a bike. He waved and said hello to Lousie and, well, all of us. Louise asked if he was one of so-and-so's twins. Okay, I've seen this guy walking and riding his bike, and he is a waiter at a local restaurant. I know him. He's a twin!?! No wonder I see him everywhere. Here's the thing, he's gay. Him and his partner live behind his parents house or in his parents house up the street. So, when my husband gets home I tell him about the guy being a twin. He tells me "Yeah, you didn't know that? I thought you knew that".
"No, I didn't know that. Why didn't you tell me!?!"
"Oh, well, I thought you knew".
This is my problem. My husband knows things and never tells me. And the reason he doesn't tell me is because he either thinks I already know or he doesn't know I want to know. I want to know everything. Tell me all the things!!!!
I asked my husband, "Well which one is gay? They aren't both gay, that would be so weird!".
"I think they are both gay".
What the what!?!
"They can't both be gay! That shit doesn't happen!"
Okay, it does happen. We have family members with three gay children in one family. It happens.
I'm even more mind boggled by the fact that the gay twins live across the street from the lesbian couple. My neighborhood is a melting pot. It's unfortunate that I'm the only Hispanic, but there's a chance I may be the only Hispanic in my whole town. The state of Maine has less than 1% of Hispanics. This is why the Mexican food here sucks.
I think the worst part of living amongst people is when you realize they are watching you and talking about you the same way you are watching and talking about them. My husband and I were walking the dog a few weeks ago and I had the baby in the Moby Wrap. Our neighbor was at his front door and saw us walking. He has lived diagonally across from us for three years and I have no idea who he is. I met his wife one night when they first moved in. Their cat was fighting with a stray cat and we were both trying to break up the fight. She told me her name, which I immediately forgot, and that she sells Avon if I was interested in buying anything. She also told me that her husband loves how open the inside of our house is. Our dining room window, in a strange angular way, faces their house. They can see everything. I remember telling my husband what he said and I noticed he started closing the curtains on that window more often.