I posted a status on my page the other day about people who go from daily contact as a 'friend' to almost no contact. It stirred a flurry of comments - quite funny actually.
And it got me thinking about friends. I don't have very many. Never have been one who is surrounded by friends. Often was surrounded by people but not friends. Plus I'm a total introvert so being surrounded by people (friends or not) exhausts me completely. However, I digress.
I used to walk Bailey every day in the neighbourhood because he couldn't bear going anywhere in the car. So our neighbourhood became our stomping grounds. I still walk Dillon in the neighbourhood, although not quite as much since he loves the car and we can travel further afield to investigate & explore. But tonight was a neighbourhood walk. As we walked I looked at the familiar houses and felt a kind of 'friendship' to the people living in some of them. Which is odd since I don't know them at all. Then again many of my friends are quite unknown to me too so perhaps it isn't as odd in this day & age.
Take the house with the wonderful floor to ceiling bookshelves. They seldom draw their blinds and so as I walk by I look at the books and wonder what they like to read. I also wonder why I never see anyone in that room. There's the house that has a wonderfully manicured front lawn. I watched the progress as the young couple bought it and began their remodeling. They removed most of the grass and replaced it with interlocking stone, some flower beds, lights which shine up at the big maple tree and a flag that changes with the seasons. There's a new owner there now. One who drives a Corvette. I wonder what changes I'll see in the house over the next few months.
I am blessed to live in a neighbourhood with many large beautiful trees. But sadly there seems to be a bit of a pattern because a few weeks ago I noticed that a tree had simply 'disappeared' within a few days. Honestly, if you hadn't known that the huge oak tree had been in the backyard of the corner lot you'd never have know it was now gone. And tonight I walked by two homes where large trees have been cut down in recent days. Should be a law against that. Actually, I think there is.
then, there's the house where the 'dog lady' lives. I call her that because her van has a company name on it - some kind of doggy day care apparently. tonight the dog lady's house was ablaze with Christmas lights. It appears that she's in competition with the Griswold's. It's a really small house that's been decorated within an inch of its space ---- lights, Santa, reindeer, candy canes - you name it, she's got it. Merry Christmas to all. Hate to see her electricity bill!
I don't know any of these people but, walking by and looking at their homes I glimpse briefly into their lives and feel a warm sense of camaraderie with my neighbours.
That was before, of course, that damn little dog tried to rip Dillon's throat out!! Yikes, watch out for terriers.
In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit. ~Albert Schweitzer