I keep thinking today is Thursday and it is only 6:30 in the morning. I started thinking today was Thursday in the middle of the night, do not know why because yesterday definitely felt like Tuesday which it was, consequently I should have a feeling today is Wednesday but do not. However, what difference does it make if today is Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday? I am retired!
Nevertheless, I am happy today is Wednesday, not Thursday, because that gives me an extra day between Wednesday and Friday which I need since I opened my big mouth and invited the neighbors over because, although everyone appears to be happy standing in driveways with the sun beating down on our heads pretending not to sweat while we chat, I envision something else.
Well actually, what happened is Mr. Wonderful* came back from getting the mail and announced that the Smith’s house was for sale. Surprised, I asked where were they moving to, his response “No one is moving “Mary died, that’s why all the cars were parked there last week.”
Stunned I expressed how terrible it is we did not know, and asked about her husband and if he will move closer to family, Mr. Wonderful said, “No her husband died six months ago.”
When we moved here, I joined Nextdoor , a private social network that will help find your dog or a plumber so I would be in the know but could not remember my password and instead started knocking on doors.
So we are getting together in two days.
There really is not much to do, neighbors said they would bring what they like to drink and a dish to pass but I need to dust and make sure the toilet is flushing properly which it started not doing the day before yesterday. I need to find that password.
In the mean time bits and pieces from a Chinese passage about neighbors and community are creeping into my head, and search online to find this;
Let there be a small country with a few people
Though neighboring communities overlook one another and the crowing of cocks and barking dogs can be heard
Yet the people there may grow old and die without ever visiting one another
Oh, now I remember what difference it makes if today is Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday; Wednesday morning the trash gets picked up.
. . . . Just saying
*Mr. Wonderful is my husband of 47 years