March 4, 2016
Today I realized that I live in a very interesting neighborhood, supermarket carts parked at almost each door notwithstanding.
Half an hour after the children left for school – it is so much noise, especially coming from the house next to mine that you can fix your clock after them, I heard shouting and swearing and as Rex started barking badly I went out on the balcony to see what was going on.
I was just in time to see the bedding flying out of my neighbors’ balcony, followed by pillows and a mattress. The lady showed quite some strength, the same time yelling like a banshee.
There were no complete sentences and mostly was swearing but considering what had been thrown out of the balcony and the few words making sense, I could understand that she got back earlier from taking her children to school - apparently she passed them to another mother, and came back home to find that lump of her husband - her expression not mine, entertaining someone else in their bedroom.
Luckily for them, besides me and another neighbor, there was no one at home to witness the show.
The other neighbor that came out is a strange one. She’s a young woman, mother of two that made very good friends with the male part of the couple that moved right across from my house. She's flirting with him shamelessly although she is also friends with the wife, as I saw them going out together with the children last Sunday.
In my opinion, that's not a guy a woman would flirt with, however, that's only my opinion and tastes cannot be judged.
The female part of the aforementioned couple is not visible very often but he is. I think he watches because every time I get out on the balcony for a smoke, he gets out too, asking for a cigarette.
He doesn’t watch only me. He watches the banshee lady as well, as she also smokes. I think he simply found a way not to spend on cigarettes.
At the beginning of the week, another couple with two dogs moved two houses away from my cigarette asking neighbor. They aren’t new. They used to live three houses up. Considering the houses are the same, I really don’t understand why they had to go through all the trouble to move. I, for one, loathe moving. My last move was out of a nightmare. But I digress.
They might be ones of those people that don’t feel good living in the same place all the time. Once, I knew a guy that was like that – actually we grew together in the same neighborhood.
People say that the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree, but he was as far from his parents’ personalities as moon from the sun.
His parents lived on the same street for over forty years – and they might still be there, with their steady lives and their steady jobs, while their son, after he turned twenty moved out and for two decades afterwards, would change his apartment every six months - back home there’s no such rule that you have to stay a full year or pay for it. You could live in an apartment three months and move on. I suppose he’s still doing that as people don't really change.
Anyway, this guy was something else. Coming to visit, he would move from a chair to another or to the sofa or the armchair. He couldn’t stay in one seat for more than five or ten minutes.
Of course, he chose his career to match his nomad ways. He worked as a seller for a cleaning products company and would go from store to store all over the town to get orders.
He was the same in his relationships, although relationship is a bit too strong for what he had. He would date a woman maximum twice or three times and then found another one. I understood that he was very skillful in getting far in a very brief period of time.
I haven’t heard about him since I moved to Canada, but there are some types of people that remain in your memory. I’m pretty sure the lady next door, who so deftly threw the bedding and the mattress over her balcony, will be committed to my memory for a long time.
I like people and their variety. I like noticing them and their little quirks. I suppose this is the only thing that makes TTC bearable.
This weekend, half of the line one is out of service. They are fixing the tracks. That means that for at least a month from now on there will be frequent slow rides due to over track conditions. Oh, the joys of public transport!
Anyway, I will close here. Have a good day, wherever you are!
Born sometime in the past century, living in the 21st century.
Sometimes I have good ideas... (what do you think?)
Sometimes fascinating guests!
(that for sure!)
Sometimes I have to share some of my frustrations,..
(not too tempting, huh!)
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