What a wonderful start to the day! Perhaps all the neighbors got the memo to ask me how I was doing. I waved at Harmony as she was getting in her car, and she said Lisa was walking Rosie to the creek. Those were the next two I met. I would have been able to walk with them if I’d not had a slow start, putting the hummingbird feeders back outside when it was still just below freezing. Joyce stopped her car on the road to give me a thumbs up on her household. Everyone except the new baby caught the ailments of the week, and most were recovering.
As he waved, new neighbor Nate turned his head so that I could see his face clearly through the window. He stopped to introduce himself last week. He came from the northeast and moved here for work.
Woodman, so named by me because he prepares firewood for sale, came to the edge of the road while exchanging pleasantries. He currently doubts that Spring will come, and if it does, will rush right into Summer without pausing.
Ray stopped his truck to ask how I was, and his lovely black poodle joined him at the window. I haven’t spoken to Ray for a year or two, although we always exchange waves. The way he asked questions let me know he was aware that John had died and wanted to make sure I was getting along alright. What a kind thing to do! When he mentioned getting back, I asked where he and his wife had been. He said, “We always travel in our RV in the wintertime, below the snow belt. We might have come back a little too soon.”
A neighbor I’ve not talked to before stopped his truck and said, “I’ve noticed you’ve lost weight, and you’re doing really well.”
He remains nameless, because I didn’t want to interrupt his praise just to trade names. I noticed his face seemed almost gaunt and said, “I’m surprised you noticed. You don’t need to lose weight.”
Laughing, he replied that he used to weigh 300 pounds and got diabetes II. He researched foods and diets, quit eating junk food, and began to take care of himself. Our conversation turned into a mutual admiration society. What a boost that was! I hope he was as pleased as I was.
Most days I wave at a dozen neighbors as they pass me going to work or school, and I speak to one or two. This was a true bonus day, to wave at the commuters and talk to seven people, eight if you count Rosie.