Nosy Neighbors

One thing I’ve realized already about living in close spaces is that the human need to be nosy comes to the forefront. Living in the suburbs of Sacramento tucked into large houses, you don’t see and hear as much of what goes on in the neighborhood. Contrasted with being parked 15 feet from your neighbor! Without TV, entertainment is outside your windows. Since moving into the park, Greg has met all the longer-term neighbors and the marina staff. When I get home early enough, I always find him out chatting with someone. We know why the neighbor’s dog is named Sherwood, that the next door folks have a house in Trinity, and how long D has been working at the marina…I’m sure they know I’m still working and all about Phoebe!

There was the not-so-nice news too that there was a car accident down the road—a car drove right off the levee road into the river and they haven’t found the bodies yet. Horrible.

I sat at the window this morning crocheting and drinking my coffee and our conversation was all about the short-time folks that had the ‘bad’ spot. The park we are in has about 8 full-hook ups and a short row of three spaces with just electric. People move right out of the electric-only spaces. I had to laugh reflecting on the conversation—since when are Greg and I so concerned about other people’s business?

It is so much fun though, to meet new people and always have something new going on. I look forward to being fodder for the talk of our own nosy neighbors down the road.