Life In The Suburban Fast Lane

Miss Yvonne and I ran into each other this weekend while we were walking our dogs. As we walked together we wondered how long it had been since we had last seen each other. She lives right across the street but our lives are so busy and take such different paths that we hardly ever just “run” into each other.

Here she is running away from me to retrieve something she dropped.

Actually the last time we saw each other was at bunco a few weeks ago. It reinforced the point that unless we make a point to see each other that we would pass our neighbors like strangers in the night.

And while we make it a point to get together once a month, when we do get together, we realize that even in that a short a period, we have missed some major happenings.

Things like job loss. We’re laughing here, but not about that.

And like moving away to Texas when you thought you’ve moved for the last time and bought your home last year.

All the things you hear in the news, about normal people suffering…a note to our elected officials, it’s real life you’re messing with busters.

It’s out of my system now.

Neighbor Kaishia had a story for us…

Before I tell you about it, I wanted to say that I loved her dress. She came right from work and had on this retro designed dress that was just really pretty.

And when she had the flowered wrapped gift in her hands, the patterns were overwhelming and I became really dizzy.

Okay…Neighbor Alonzo (husband of) was driving out of our little subdivision and was stopped by a police man and questioned thoroughly about who he was, where he lived and why he was driving an Audi.

Neighbor Alonzo replied that he lived in the neighborhood, that he was a lawyer and was a on the Governor’s board of military advisors (among other prestigious boards), and yes, it was his car.

After producing all the documents that backed up his story, the policeman then told Neighbor Alonzo that he was speeding and that’s why he was stopped.

But he never gave him a ticket.

Now Neighbor Alonzo is a very laid-backed guy, but the one thing I love about Neighbor Kaishia is her animated hot blooded I’m-not-taking-it personality. I love it because it’s so American, and ummm…I was once told I was of a similar disposition.

That policeman should be happy that he stopped Neighbor Alonzo and not Neighbor Kaishia. He was one lucky troooper.

So that’s what happening here in our quiet little slice of America. Cheerio.