A Woman On The Verge

thoughts and musings of my mind


December 2012

Backdoor Neighbors

backdoorMy neighbors and I are backdoor neighbors.  Every single one of us knows that if we want to visit with another person on the street we use the backdoor;  none of us use our front doors. For me knocking on my front door is a major signal that you don’t even know me, and you are most likely a sales rep.  We don’t have a home owner’s association which forces us to get together, we are just a small community in a town in the US.

We run around to the back door to visit, check up on each other and pass out Christmas cards.  Even one of the local politicians knows that this neighborhood is full of backdoor neighbors and uses our back doors when she is campaigning, which I have to admit was a bit unnerving until I found out she lived around the corner. Another neighbor actually has their post box located by their back stoop, I am sure the post man just loves that.  During the summer you can find most of our back doors open with only the screen door closed to keep out the bugs and neighborhood cats who don’t live at that house.  I am the shyest of all the residents so I am not one to go knocking on doors very often, but I have had to.  This past summer one of my cat’s got locked up in the neighbor’s garage.  He had played around in the garage attic and they forgot he was up there.  It was actually pretty comical because I could hear him meowing all day and I couldn’t do anything until someone got home.  He did have food and water in the garage, which is one reason why he spends time over there he will eat food from any old cat dish.

So really what does this mean? It means first that we are comfortable enough with each other that we are free to travel across their property.  There is also a very definite sense of community and caring between all of us.  We do check on each other.  When I had the flu right after Thanksgiving this year my neighbors came to check up on me, they became concerned about the fact that my car was still home during the day.  They all knew I had just started a job and were all worried that the job had ended.  When they found out I was home sick they brought me soup and crackers.  Also, recently a neighbor lost a spouse. Many of us attended the memorial service to help support her.  When it came time to share about her husband those in the neighborhood all said the same thing about her husband, “He was the first person I met on the street and he was so thoughtful.”   We also had our first Christmas gathering in ages at one of the neighbor’s homes.  She welcomed us in for dinner.  We are planning a summer gathering now.


Wow Really you just did that?

Goodwill Industries

Today on my way home from work I decided to stop off at Goodwill and drop off the boxes in the back of my SUV.  They had been accumulating and I felt it was time to make the stop, especially since I was driving right by on my way to another store.  I pulled in to the parking lot and got into the line; there were about five cars in front of me all unloading so I got out and began to unload as well.  I am not one to wait at places like this anyway.  I got one box unloaded and a staff member told me that I needed to pull up.  Okay I can do that.  As I was closing the back door of the car I noticed the vehicle behind me was revving his engine a little and so I looked up and discovered a very frustrated looking man in the car.  I didn’t really think much of it, beyond the “Gee Whiz it is a drop off-line for Pete’s sake chill out…” I smiled at him and got back into my car to move forward so I could keep unloading, remember I said I had let it accumulate in the back.

As I got out again to open my back door again and the little unloader helper guy came over to my car the guy behind me honked his horn and flipped me off.

I was just shocked.

I mean really?

You just did that because I stopped again?

I told the helper he could help the man behind me instead because I didn’t need a receipt.

The helper looked at me and said “No he can wait his turn if he doesn’t want to get out.”

We continued to unload my car while the man behind me got more frustrated.  What I found really amusing is the car behind him began unloading their stuff too while I was unloading mine.

So this man is sitting between two vehicles who are getting unloaded looking kind of ridiculous.

I got the stuff out of my car and began to move away.  I waited a bit because

I really wanted to see what this man expected the helper guy to do.  Turns out, he expected him to unload the car entirely on his own.  He popped the trunk and I watched as he told the guy that everything in the trunk was to be donated.  No the man did not get out of car, and no there wasn’t a handicapped sticker or tag either.  He seemed quite able-bodied to me,  especially since he flipped me off.

christmas 2007

So really I got the impression he really didn’t want to be there but was told to go by Goodwill to empty the trunk.  I was kind of hoping the helper guy would take the man’s spare tire too. It is kind of sad that during this season of giving, when one is giving to a charitable organization that one would behave like that.  It is stuff like that reminds me to take things as they come.  To not get frustrated with the little stuff like waiting in a line, looking for a parking place or even things which might happen at work which are out of our control.

Enjoy the holidays and remember to take a bit of time for yourself too!

Being Sick……..

I've been sick for a couple of weeks now. I we...

I make one of the world’s worst patients.  I decided that this weekend while I was basically stuck in bed with the flu. The biggest problem with being sick is I have no one to whine to until I have enough energy to get up and blog about it. My cats hated me because I kept kicking them out of bed. I was too ill to feed them as well and they hated that. They probably would have begun gnawing on me if I hadn’t feebly gotten out of bed and filled their bowl with some food before nearly passing out on the kitchen floor. Thankfully, I made it the arm-chair in the living room and stayed there for the next 24 hours.

It can easily be said I despise being sick.  I am currently about 80% better, which means I am able to get up, go to work, and come home to collapse in the arm-chair until 5 am the next day.

One thing I found funny is one of my co workers asked me yesterday what my temp was while I was sick.  I laughed and told her I was way too sick to get out of bed and get my thermometer.  Although the whole time I was laying there shivering from the chills or burning up from the fever I kept thinking I really need to get up and find the thermometer so I can check to see what my temperature is.

At least I am over the flu and I am good for the rest of the year.

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