A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood


November 5, 2010 by Marj Hatzell

Y’all lost your chance to move into my neighborhood.  All of the empty houses are sold and as of tomorrow, the newest neighbor moves in.

And they moved the toilet from the front lawn. So kind of them.

Here’s the thing about our neighborhood: it rocks. There are tons of kids, friendly people everywhere. I know the name of every dog in the neighborhood (but sometimes have problems remembering the names of the owners). It’s the kind of place that you can go ask a neighbor for a cup of sugar or a juice box if you are packing lunches at 6:30am and realize you have nothing for your kids’ lunches. Not that I do that or anything (it was 6:45). And we give each other keys to each others’ houses because SOME OF US lock their keys in the car (running) on a regular basis.  Ahem.

See? Tons of kids. TONS.

And even though one of our favorite neighbors moved we still consider them our neighbors and we still love ’em to pieces and they’ll always be “our neighbors” when I speak of them because I SAID SO, DAMMIT.  Not that I fear change or anything. Nope. Not me.

And?  Our neighbors are the kinds of people who cover your arse in an emergency. Like if your kid, say, climbs the Dining Room hutch and knocks a vase onto his head and slices his head open down to the skull, resulting in an all-night ER visit the night before you drive across the country on vacation?  Yeah.  That.

It’s f*cking Mayberry, Dammit.  Without Opie.  But we have our share of cute redheads missing teeth.

I know you’re jealous. Shoulda moved here when you had the chance.  No worries, though, because I’m fairly certain another house will open up soon.  And I might tell you about it, because I’m awesome like that.

Just sayin’.

3 thoughts on “A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

  1. That is pretty awesome. Our neighborhood is like that or not depending on the collective disposition of the AWC class that year and their families. The first year, pretty good neighbors. Last year, not so much. This year, really nice neighbors, just most actually had their babies before 40, so our paths cross less since we’re younger than they are and our kids are way younger than their kids.

  2. Keri S. says:

    Just wanted to say I am a follower…love your blog and I can totally relate. My 12 year old son has Asperger’s, so we’ve been through many trials and tribs. Thanks for the laughs.

  3. Ms. Crabass says:

    I’m very jealous.
    I’ve been living here for 6 years…only found out when kindergarten started last month that the child who lives catty-corner to us is also a 5 year-old girl like mine…the mom is awesome, too. Turns out, everyone in the neighborhood pretty much knows who everyone else is except for me, and we’ve lived here the longest. They ALL know about my medically fragile twins and how many times the ambulance was called to my house.
    The only excuse I can think of is where I grew up, no one really spoke to their neighbors much. It might be a NY/NJ thing…not sure. Maybe I’m just rude. I don’t think so. Hey, I talk to random strangers in the grocery store on a daily basis!

    Thanks for letting me use this space for my therapy, DG.


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