The Neighborhood

New neighbors, again. How is it that none of you rushed over here and bought the house next door (not that one*, the other one) saving me from the sword of damocles that every queer person nestled snug into a right-wing state fears? I sometimes wonder if any of you remember that I’m flagrantly living in sin with my wife. But is it living in sin if you can’t get married? Every time I see an new follower alert I wonder how quickly they will unfollow once they realize I’m not straight. Way to go, Mer, marginalize yourself so they don’t have to!

Back to the neighbors. We’ll miss this particular lot more than the last ones. But she’s newly pregnant and once that happens the timer starts ticking on our little houses. Three bedrooms and one itsy-bitsy bath seem a little snug (first-world problems) for a three person family and live-in relatives. Having just done this for an agonizing five months, I know. They are the sort that let our dog out when we’ll be home late and call if there is a strange person skulking around (not to worry, this happens infrequently). Their principal downfall is not being as concerned about zombies as the other neighbors are. We’re all in this together, folks.

We ran into their realtor at the grocery who, over her kombucha filled cart, which, to be honest, left me in an uncertain awe, told us that the incoming family was young and also expecting. I suppose one man’s three bedroom shack is another’s palace. While I was glad to hear this, there’s no automatic young=open-minded pass and so I’ve got my fingers crossed while we wait for them to move in.

The other side of the street is also in peril (and not just from zombies and hosta-munching deer). Of the three directly over, one pair permanently moved to the dementia unit after a winter mishap involving the fire department and an axe, another is facing increasing home care needs from her daughter with worsening MS, and the third couple was just recently hit by a semi after going the wrong way on a highway ramp (they are fine, miraculously, though after his stroke, he has dwindled alarmingly fast). They are all closing in on 80 which means we do a lot more Christmas tree installing and lightbulb changes.

We are astoundingly lucky, aren’t we? I think so. I’d like the luck to hold out for this next family, too. Cross your fingers!

 

*also, that turned out totally fine. I’m not a worrier. At all. Ever.

 

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14 Responses

  1. It’s so hard to part with good neighbors. We’ve lived in our neighborhood for about 7 years. At about the 2 year mark, we moved 4 houses down and across the street. I still remember feeling utterly ridiculous as I wheeled our barbeque down the sidewalk. Shortly after our “big” move, our favorite neighbor (and one of our closest friends now) moved so far away–two houses down and across the street. There’s a gay actor who lives across the street with his sister and I heart both of them. Then we have our daytime emmy award winning hairdresser and her dog across the street as well. Our whole block is like a little nirvana in the midst of Los Angeles. We have many backyard dinners with many bottle of wine. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Except maybe an extra bedroom.

    • If we’re lucky, our new neighbors will bring the wine!

      On Wed, Jul 16, 2014 at 12:46 PM, Counting Chickens wrote:

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    • An early bonding moment with the old new neighbors revealed a mutual love-as-long-as-it’s-with-your-eyes-covered of the Walking Dead. It turned out we both have zombie preparedness plans. Sadly, my house will in no way stand up to a prolonged assault, but a girl can dream 😉

  2. Hold one effing minute. You’re NOT straight??!!! I have been deceived this whole time. *sigh* I feel so let down. To think I thought you were a good old fashioned morals type of gal.

    I would totally buy the house next to you!!

    • I would let you move into it and then I would holler at you from our porch and bring you queer cookies.

      On Wed, Jul 16, 2014 at 7:49 PM, Counting Chickens wrote:

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  3. Personally, I’m disappointed by the lack of chickens on this blog. Not even queer ones!

    • Indeed. There is a decided lean away from chickens. Pity…their eggs are so delicious.

      On Wed, Jul 16, 2014 at 8:57 PM, Counting Chickens wrote:

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  4. Gosh, sounds like your neighbors have gone through a lot, not a lucky side of the block! We always get excited for new neighbors in the block because it can make a big difference. We lost our cool neighbors, but they rented their home to the nicest young family so it worked out. Hope your new neighbors are cool.

    • I think there’s a good chance we’ll get some good ones. And I’m glad we’re on THIS side of the street. All is not well over there 🙂

  5. 1. I’m not really a neighbors kinda gal. So I don’t know if any of my neighbors are or are not alright, we just rather not talk to each other. 2. I would totally buy the house next to yours!!! That is … if you lived closer to my family and … well, if I had the money and credit 😉

    • Money…credit…too bad it’s not 2006 – they’d have totally let you have it for free!

      On Thu, Jul 17, 2014 at 8:32 AM, Counting Chickens wrote:

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  6. Can I have your neighbors? I’ll even take the unknown scary ones. My neighbor just recently called the police on us because, no joke, she said we weren’t feeding our dog. Yeah. Dog is juuuuust fine. Neighbor=nosey.

    • Oh no! And didn’t you just move? That’s the worst.

      On Thu, Jul 17, 2014 at 7:44 PM, Counting Chickens wrote:

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