On a rather warm November afternoon,
I sat outside my sister’s home and watched her neighbors go about their
everyday lives. Through the windows of the home directly across the street from
where I sat, I watched a woman by the name of Patti play fetch with her
oversized puppy. The teenage boy who
lives to the right of my sister arrived home, went inside, and then came back
out with a lit cigarette. We shared a moment as he sat on the steps of his home
and I on the steps of my sister’s home. I gazed at him and he across the street with a
look of content then confusion.
Following his gaze, I found a woman
about the age of 20 standing at the top of home converted into apartments. She
had a punk-ish look about her as she hurriedly stomped down the stairs to the
apartment’s shared mail box. She took out what seemed to be a few envelopes and
a magazine then threw them to the ground in frustration. She then climbed into
her white Jeep Rangler and speed away as fast as she could in mid shift. Seconds
after she fled the mail throwing scene, a white Neon slowly pulled in front of
the house converted apartments and proceeded to parallel park for five minutes.
Normally, this would not be too strange but seeing as there were no other cars
in sight it should not have been that difficult to creep to a stop. Finally,
after another minute or so a woman in her mid-50’s wobbled out of the car and
up to the shared mailbox where she leaned over to retrieve the previously
thrown mail. Halfway through her ascent up she threw the mail back down then
went inside her apartment.
I looked over for my
moment-sharing-teenage –boy-friend and found that he had left. There was no one there to share this peculiar
yet totally normal incident with and all of a sudden I felt unconnected with
the rest of the human population. It was almost as though I was a blade of
grass waving in the wind waiting to be cut down in preparation for winter. But…I
am not a blade of grass; I am a human and I have a blog.
