I started to write this last night, then had to rush off to Tini and Nirmal's for dinner. After a night of fun and food, bejeweled saris and Swarovski crystals I thought the sadness would melt away,but no. My heart is still hurting so I have to write it out again.
Our neighbors, the Major and his partner are putting their house up for sale this week. They are desirous of more free time. Hours spent in the yard weeding and mowing are not for them. Not even the lure of a cookout at the end of a day spent outside can keep them here. Golf courses and gyms cry out for their spare time. They started looking at apartments to rent yesterday.
And of course we'll see them and spend time together. But there is a difference between setting up a play date and being able to run back and forth across the street, borrowing, lending, eating cannoli's on a sunny Sunday afternoon or a bowl of soup on a rainy evening. The intimacy that can come with proximity is a precious commodity.
GG is helping in their garden, edging the beds in brick pavers, weeding and sowing. There is a new yellow striped umbrella to look at and pots bursting with blossoms. Potential buyers should find it charming. I don't know how they can leave it now that it looks better that it ever has. But I'm a homebody. Word.
I'm also a human word processor. I process my feelings by writing and talking them out. Thanks for letting me spill them out here. Now I'm off to do some home chores. I'll start inside and make my way outside. The sun is shining and birds are singing and all is almost right with my world.
Anybody wanna buy a house?