Sunday, November 05, 2023

come down from your fences, open the gate

We moved to a new house two years ago, and location was the prime factor. Well, in the spring of 2021 get getting ANY home was the real prime factor, but we didn’t even look at anything that didn’t fall within the boundaries of the elementary school whose field backs up to my parents’s backyard fence. That way, I reasoned, when my folks retire, the children can walk to their house after school and have a wonderful time until we pick them up after work. 

But here we are, with a third-grader and first-grader…and these people are still working. So we pick them up from the bus. It’s fine, because we work from home and the bus stop is right on our corner. So much for plans. 

Another thing about this house? In order to jam as many single-family homes into what used to be a farm, they decided no one was going to get a yard—just communal green spaces over which the crotchety broad who lives next door will threaten to call the cops because 5yearolds have dared to laugh and have fun within 500 feet of her window. But that’s a story for another day. 

It sure does make me miss Sid and Bertha (RIP), our neighbors who put up this passive-aggressive fence because we weren’t timely enough with our leaf raking. 

#NaBloPoMo

“Desperado” The Eagles

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