Love Thy Neighbor

7A088623-16C5-4BD5-8A10-EDF8DD7F4780Having lived in the big city for the past decade, my wife and I rarely spoke with our neighbors. We never took the time to introduce ourselves to them, nor did they introduce themselves to us. Sometimes we would nod or say hello to others as we passed, but with the exception of a handful of fellow dog owners that we would frequently run into on our daily dog walks at Golden Gate Park, we really didn’t know or talk with our neighbors. I never even knew any of their names!

And that was fine by me. It’s not so much that we aren’t social people, as it is that most urbanites tend to not be very sociable. They mostly go about their business and keep their heads down and avert their eyes when approached by others. Well, at least I did.

But then we moved into a suburban neighborhood almost two weeks ago and we have already met most of the neighbors. There’s Nick and Dimitri (Nick’s father) to our right. Jay and Jo to our left. David and Jane directly across the street, Adam and Elaine to their right. Ryan and Denise to their left, And Derrick and Monica two houses down on our side.

We even had a bunch of neighborhood kids, of which there are many, ring our bell to welcome us to the neighborhood, although I’m sure they were disappointed that we’re old and gray and have no young kids of our own to add to their menagerie.

Several of our new neighbors even came over bearing treats, like chocolate covered strawberries, a pie, and some homemade cupcakes. Can you believe that? They must think my wife and I need some fattening up. And then Derrick told us that the neighbors get together and hold block parties every three or four months. What fun!

Bottom line, this love thy neighbor vibe and suburban life style will definitely take some getting used to.

Fandango’s February Expressions #18

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The squeaky wheel gets the oil

Each day during the month of February, at around 6 am Pacific Time, I will be posting an old adage, an old saying, a familiar expression that we’ve all heard and have probably used during our lifetimes. Your assignment, should you choose to accept it, will be to post a story, a poem, an image, an interpretation of what the expression means to you, or to do whatever it is that you want to do based upon the daily adage.

Please tag your post with #FFE and create a pingback to this post or include your link in a comment on each day’s post.

Have fun and be sure to read what others have posted in response to this prompt.

FOWC with Fandango — Social

FOWCWelcome to February 18, 2020 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “social.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.