Writer's Block: Won't You Be My Neighbor?
In my old family home, we were just surrounded by older couples; couples with children already grown with children of their own. Quiet, always helpful, used to baby-sit me and my sister now and then. =P
In my old apartment in Portland, I was surrounded by mostly a lot of Russian families. Very nice, though the only way we could communicate was by a smile, nod or wave, or through their pre/teen children. They have the most gorgeous children, these Russians, I swear!!! The apartment directly below us? Single white guys; Big-time potheads. I could always smell it when I would go out on my balcony. lol BUT, I'm sure all of our neighbors in that building hated Ben and I... let's... just...say... we...were...LOUD? Often. A lot. More than a lot. Probably more than what is considered "too much". lol =P
In my last to recent house, I had an elderly couple living next door that always liked to fertilize their garden with stinky poo on Easter day. Ewww! but they were both sweethearts. The sort of neighbors you COULD go and borrow a cup of sugar or a few tablespoons of vanilla extract from... y'know, if people still did that. The other neighbors? A young couple with a little baby. I liked to watch the husband take his shirt off. He looks like the typical "suburban" dad, but underneath? Chest piece, back piece, full sleeves on each arm. COVERED IN TATTOOS ... and gorgeous besides. He also had a very good looking young male friend that drives a Harley that would always come around... I moved before I could introduce myself. /fiddlesticks
Where I'm living at now? An older couple raising their daughter's baby... friendly folks. The others, a young couple with a lot of loud kids; but the little girl always compliments me on my rose bushes. =P "When are those pricklies going to start blooming again?! They're my favorites" She's too cute! ALSO; this young couple has a party once a month. Every single time, they come over to inform me hours in advance that they're having quite a few guests over... that if it "gets too loud, don't hesitate to tell us" and that I & any kinfolk/friends are welcome to stop by & have drinks if I so wish.
Off to bed I go, I can't believe it's 5am... goodness.
In my old apartment in Portland, I was surrounded by mostly a lot of Russian families. Very nice, though the only way we could communicate was by a smile, nod or wave, or through their pre/teen children. They have the most gorgeous children, these Russians, I swear!!! The apartment directly below us? Single white guys; Big-time potheads. I could always smell it when I would go out on my balcony. lol BUT, I'm sure all of our neighbors in that building hated Ben and I... let's... just...say... we...were...LOUD? Often. A lot. More than a lot. Probably more than what is considered "too much". lol =P
In my last to recent house, I had an elderly couple living next door that always liked to fertilize their garden with stinky poo on Easter day. Ewww! but they were both sweethearts. The sort of neighbors you COULD go and borrow a cup of sugar or a few tablespoons of vanilla extract from... y'know, if people still did that. The other neighbors? A young couple with a little baby. I liked to watch the husband take his shirt off. He looks like the typical "suburban" dad, but underneath? Chest piece, back piece, full sleeves on each arm. COVERED IN TATTOOS ... and gorgeous besides. He also had a very good looking young male friend that drives a Harley that would always come around... I moved before I could introduce myself. /fiddlesticks
Where I'm living at now? An older couple raising their daughter's baby... friendly folks. The others, a young couple with a lot of loud kids; but the little girl always compliments me on my rose bushes. =P "When are those pricklies going to start blooming again?! They're my favorites" She's too cute! ALSO; this young couple has a party once a month. Every single time, they come over to inform me hours in advance that they're having quite a few guests over... that if it "gets too loud, don't hesitate to tell us" and that I & any kinfolk/friends are welcome to stop by & have drinks if I so wish.
Off to bed I go, I can't believe it's 5am... goodness.