Tonight, my husband and I walked around the neighborhood twice. I remember a church service a while back that talked about meeting your neighbors. The sermon had recommended to try just sitting on the porch too potentially meet someone. I’m not a porch sitter, personally. Normally, when you sit on your porch, you stare at the house across from you. The exception is, if it rains or if there are cops at your neighbors house, then there is some entertainment. Anyway, we passed by our normal group of neighbors at the end of the road. I always make an emotionally painful effort to walk down to the end of the street, so that we can make contact with them.
The man under the umbrella informed us that the garbage truck had not taken our garbage can. Can I just insert the very real fact that I never want to get to a place in life where I pay attention to my neighbors trash cans. Though nice, I really wish this man would take up a dam hobby. We had a short conversation about being quite aware that our garbage can did not get picked up….because umm… yeah we did not put it out on time. This ended with a “have a nice night” as it always does. One of the other ladies that is a friend of the man under the umbrella is not someone I have associated with. Without going into detail, my intrigue of getting to know her is right up there with shoving bamboo shoots up my fingernails. I did make an effort to compliment her on one of her plants in the front yard. Quickly, I was reminded why I keep my dam mouth shut a lot. This turned into an extremely long conversation about the plant, her other plants, the sun, an old pear tree of hers that gets wasps in the summer, etc. Meanwhile, her daughter backed up in the driveway in her pink convertible electric car. Equipped with front and back lights. Did I mention, she looks like she is 4 years old. I’m done… stick a fork in me… I’m done.
Give me cats & dogs any day over the quality of people that I have been meeting lately. Grizzly, my orange cat, makes me laugh. Snuggs, my grey cat, gives me comfort. Dahlia, my black cat, brings me peace (and occasionally a small dead animal). Bella, my brown cat, keeps me on a schedule by vocalizing everything she needs. Daisy, my chihuahua, loves and accepts me unconditionally. Charlie, my cocker spaniel, reminds me to rest & makes me feel protected.
Neighbors on the other hand? Uppity as all hell. They cause my anxiety to sky rocket. How is this adding to my life? Life is supposed to be our greatest commodity. I’m not wasting it by pretending I want to smoke, drink, and gossip with people. No thanks. I just not have met the right kind of people for me. Everyone has their type that they enjoy being around.
I did meet a girl on our walk tonight. We had talked briefly to her on our walk the other day when we complimented her on her flower pots. Tonight, she was throwing something away and actually came out to meet our dogs. She said she did not even had dogs, which gave her extra points for being comfortable with meeting other dogs. I noticed her tattoos and that she had kind eyes. She said that she was often on her front porch hanging out and that we could come by any time. So far, this has been the most promising lead. She also mentioned that it took her 9 months before anyone in our neighborhood even said hey to her. I loved that because it was real. This lead me to telling her that though my husband had, I had not made any friends either. If nothing else, at least we have that in common.
Currently drinking my 100th glass of ice water with lemon. Maybe I am being dramatic, but I think I have far surpassed the 8 cups of recommended water a day. Meeting that goal used to feel so incredibly hard. I’ve realized that if you completely take out soda and limit juice by watering it down, you will drink a shit ton more water. I even make an effort to get water from restaurants when we eat out. Don’t ask me about my coffee consumption though if you are not ready to hear the answer. I realistically spend way to much on overpriced coffee. It’s not even that I am addicted to the drink. It’s the coffee house atmosphere, it’s the comfort in a cup, it’s the thought that drinking it helps me deal with life. Basically, Starbucks is one of the few outside experiences I allow myself to have. Hopefully, the water washes all the caffeine out.
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