Hey, I'm Trying to Live Over Here!

So you wake up and think... how did things get to this point?

    Knock, knock...Who's there? Banana ... Not a great joke but I appreciate the reliability of the response. No real nerve-racking, worrisome anticipation. Good, wholesome, dependable Banana! Honestly, why did Orange have to come along and break the flow?!

    Nowadays, "knock, knock" can send me into a tail spin of heart palpitations and parcour across my darkened livingroom to try to peak at my cell phone to find out who is standing at my outer door. I mean, who just shows up at anyone's door these days? Any respectable person texts first! Or better yet, asks if they can come over!

    Nope. "Knock, knock" these days is reserved for the 'men in black' as colleagues like to call them. The authorities. Coming to tell me my neighbour is once again upset that I have done some innocuous action that she feels slighted her fragile ego ... although she would never admit that her ego is in any way defunct. She would insist that I "swept the debris into a pile" to upset her. Because everything I do or think must be about her! Right?! And, how dare me improve my driveway, leaving hers to look spider-web cracked with a black shellac finish in an attempt to make it appear to have 'curb appeal'. I think it matches her lovely black metal fencing she erected down the edge of her side of the drive!

    But, truthfully ... we are way passed the "knock, knock" stage. We are at finding a voicemail while I am attending a meeting stage. Even at the email to let me know that they left a voicemail stage. I don't know how much closer we can get. Ohhh, wait. yes, I do. I'm now encouraged to 'come on down' and get videotaped in a small intimate room stage! All because I swept a neighbour's debris out of the way for the driveway pavers so while I was at work nothing would go wrong. What was I thinking?!!!

    Cut to the chase ... I declined the offer to be video-taped. Just not my thing, I guess. I'm a bit shy and really don't like being the centre of attention. Needless to say, my neighbour apparently has gone for filming and is looking forward to her next 'gig'! You know that she wouldn't stand for being just an extra in the background! No-siree! She seems to be loving her role!

    Who'd have thunk, a mere 14 years earlier, when I moved in next door, and she was informing me how she's the better parent because she puts her wants first before her child ... that now, her kid would have moved half a country away and today she (Windy)'s doing private movies. Living her best life! Who am I to break her flow? I'm no Orange!