Some very sweet things have happened lately that have really made me appreciate the neighbourhood. We've been so busy lately there's hardly been time to stop and just hang at home, chill the garden or even put up that painting that's been sitting there for months.
I forget sometimes what it's like to be part of the neighbourhood.
On the weekend I answered the door to an older man after he rang the doorbell. It was startling in itself cause most people who know us come through the garage door. He looked vaguely familiar, but we live on a main road so we often see the same people walking their dog or down at the local shops or at one of the three (yes, three) bakeries on our street. He was collecting signatures for a petition to extend the Neighbourhood Watch area to include more of our suburb. I do read the newsletters they put in the letterbox so I knew they needed signatures and it was actually on my to do list to call them, but, you know, that list is pretty long.
He introduced himself and I said that I'd read the newsletter and sorry I hadn't gotten around to calling and we had small chit chat about the neighbourhood and other programs that were going on.
Then as he left he said he'd been watching the house being built and was really glad I was back at home. Then he smiled and off he went. I thought that was sweet, but not unusual. Being on a main road and with the house being so ridiculously high we often have people chat with us in the front yard about how they've been watching the house etc.
Later that night though, in the shower (not a significant or relatable fact) I remembered where I'd seen him before. I'm 99.9% sure he was one of the first of the mud army to come in after the flood, Kartcher and generator in hand who cleaned out the entire inside of the house. I remembered him because he was quite tall and I was astounded that complete strangers were just coming in to help.
Anyway, it was sweet that he didn't mention what he'd done, he was just glad we were back at home.
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