Do You Love Your Neighborhood?
When I lived in the mountain town of Bailey, Colorado, this was the view from my kitchen door.
Maybe the most fun was when we had the kids set up a course down the rocky hump in the middle of the dirt road we lived on for the adults to ride the wagons down. There was a jump made of an old piece of plywood and some rocks. The jump was mandatory. The person who made it the furthest without falling off won bragging rights. I love that place! Aspen Lane in Burland Ranchettes on top of Crow Hill. We all knew all the dogs too. People would call and rat Jaspy out when he got too far afield because they knew how freaked out I was that time he disappeared for 36 hours. When it snowed a lot, someone just came and plowed my driveway. I never knew who did it. When I had to move here to the hot place (aka Phoenix), one of the neighbors sent her son and his friend to pack my moving truck because that's what they did for work and she knew I wouldn't want my stuff to get broken if it was packed wrong.
The view from my home office window. That's Mt. Bailey in the background between the trees.
You look at stuff like 9/11 and what's happened to oil prices because of people's greed, how the shelters overflow every summer because people don't know what to do with their pets when they go on vacation or because the dog is old or sick or he barks, or they are abandoning their house and leave their pets inside when they go because they can't afford the house or to feed the dog, or they're moving and it's too much trouble to take the poor thing with them. It makes you sick. But then you go outside your door and you have renewed hope for humanity when a neighbor smiles and says hello.
Of course, I still haven't caught the little bastard who scratched really rude words into the paint on the backs of Jeepy and Coopah S. Maybe his parents will move and leave HIM in the house.
That's why I'm looking for a new house in a new neighborhood. But I'm longing for Bailey. The home of my heart.
6 Comments:
Oh Ms. Wabbit lady!
Your post made me sad. I think you should live in a place that makes you silly happy. Maybe something great will happen and you can move! We live in a sweet place in central New mexico where we do get snow and are quite closet to Sandia Ski Resort. We are planning to move back east to be near our parents and are preparing to sell our home. It is a strawbale home we built ourselves and has a wonderful art studio I will miss. We live on 41 acres and the views make me smile a lot! Would you like to move to New Mexico?
(hey)Jude
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Bailey sounds like a wonderful place. Heaven on earth. Mr Jaspy looks so happy. I too live somewhere I do not like. The countryside is beautiful but the people suck. They do not welcome incomers. I moved here when I when I was 19 (I'm now 35) and it has been a long and lonely experience. I would smile at people or wave at folk I had spoken to before and they would turn away or pass without recognising me. Social events were a nightmare. No one would talk to me. I have always been a polite, honest person but I blamed myself for being horrible and ended up with a heavy dose of social anxiety and depression. I stay because my family are here. Sad but true. Thank god for my sense of humour and the Open University :o)
Oh, I do hope you find the place that you were meant to be!! Similar to Gillian, I was a new comer in 1969 and even after all those years, I am still considered "not from around these parts"--I'm pretty happy being an outsider, though. I'm here with my family which is the only thing that matters. Some day soon, maybe. . .
thanks for commenting on my blog the other day. I've enjoyed reading this post, and I relate pretty much to the fabolous title and the idea you develope. I wish i coul move soon too.
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Oh I really hope you find a place as good as Bailey. Why ever did you leave?
And, thank you for your always welocme and lovely comments on my blog.
Mr. Jaspy, we love you! What a cutie-patootie! You know my youngest is dying to have a golden retriever. We talk about it constantly, but for now we will just wait for more photos of Mr. Jaspy.
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