“Even Damocles developed a routine.”

Mother Nature is lulling me into a false sense of spring. It was in the mid-50’s earlier but is now closer to 59˚ where it will sit all day. The sun is bright in a deep blue sky. There is no wind. I need to do a bit of deck stuff so I’ll be outside for a while taking in this spring day.

Earlier, my across the street neighbor was out on his riding mower. He was dressed in his puffy jacket and his flapped hat. His mower pulled a small wagon behind. I watched clandestinely as he threw shovelfuls of something on his lawn. I hope his lawn comes back. It sort of died of thirst last summer. My neighbor and I don’t talk. We seldom see each other. He and his wife are fairly new to the neighborhood. Last Halloween they shut off their lights and pretended they weren’t home hoping, I figure, to thwart the onslaught of the ten trick or treaters we usually get. That gave me pause about my new neighbors.

My downstairs is clean. All that is left is washing the kitchen floor. Last night my back was as bad as it has been. I considered that a message to stop my cleaning for a while. Upstairs will have to wait a bit longer.

When I was a kid, we knew all our neighbors up and down the street even as far as the houses on the street above us, a cul-de-sac where we once lived. Every house had kids, mostly multiple kids. The only exception I remember was my aunt and uncle who lived next door for a while. They had only my cousin Susan. There was a grassy hill behind our house. The Burns lived in the house directly mirroring ours but at the top of the hill while we lived at the bottom of the hill. I remember watching Mrs. Burns, Dottie, mow her portion of the hill. It was always the greenest section. One summer we had a Slip ‘n Slide on the hill, our part of the hill. We kids slid all day then that night the adults tried. I remember watching my next door neighbor sliding down the hill screaming the whole time. She flipped at the bottom.

March seemed a long month when I was kid. We had only St. Patrick’s off from school. Every weekday morning was the same. My mother woke us up, fed us, made us get dressed, gave us our lunches and sent us off to school where we were stuck for six hours or more. I don’t remember exactly how long. I just remember it was the best of the day lost.

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4 Comments on ““Even Damocles developed a routine.””

  1. Christer. Says:

    Really nice weather over here too but perhaps a bit cooler than what You had. Finally one can feel hope for thr future again 🙂

    I actually know the names of almost everyone in this village. Some I never see or talk to but their names have stuck in my head anyway 🙂
    I have the best neighbors and by that I mean the seven closest houses and cottages. If anything bother us or if we want to know anything we can talk to everyone here, that’s not the case in the rest of the village. So much easier when we communicate instead of start fighting each other 🙂 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      It stayed fairly warm all day for this time of year. I finished all the chores on the deck, and while I was out there, I noticed my backyard is littered with fallen branches and a couple of limbs. I’ll have to get Skip for a clean-up day.

      I know the neighbors at the other end of the street, and I wave at the lady who lives on the corner. I just don’t know across the street.When Gracie ran, all my neighbors would come out to catch her. She always ran to them.

      I have no complaints about any neighbors. The ones I know are good neighbors.

      Take care!

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Last night we got quite a lot of much needed rain along with thunder lighting and a bit of hail. Today the sun is shining and it’s a balmy 74° outside.

    WhenI was kid I knew every inch of our neighborhood because we walked to school daily and played in the park and in the public swimming pool. Even in our new neighborhood we have spent time exploring, both on foot and by car and are getting used to our new surroundings. Because of the pandemic we haven’t met any of our neighbors but we wave at each other when walking or driving.

    My grass is beginning to sprout and my shrubbery survived the bitter cold snap. Spring is definitely in the air.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I was glad to be out on the deck. It was actually nice with no wind at all. Henry came out with me and ran around the yard. I sat a bit enjoying the day.

      I was five when we moved to Stoneham from South Boston, and it seemed like the country to me. I was five, my brother four. We went exploring on the first or second day. My parents called the police thinking we were lost. We probably were but didn’t know it yet. We were found hours later.

      It is still too early for grass.


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