On the porch, cloudy 62 F, 0745
Probably the last day of sitting on the porch and writing this year. This is by far my favorite creative spot.
One feature of living around here and I suspect in most rural or semi-rural places, we all get to know our neighbors. This is important for several reasons. Firstly, I find it interesting to learn about other people. Secondly, I feel that it makes the place feel more like home and we all need to look out for each other.
The other day, on my way to the mail box, I stopped and chatted with the neighbors while they were out doing yard work. It was an interesting conversation mostly about children and what they were doing, etc. As it turns out, they have a daughter who played D1 hockey in college. As my son plays youth hockey, I know that making it onto a college team is quite an accomplishment in and of itself. All of their kids are doing interesting things which is a reflection of their parents. Raising kids is hard work. I know this first hand as I have had my own successes and failures. So, I have a new found respect for them.
On my little road, there are nine residences. Four of those are owned by people from New York City who either weekend up here or have moved here since the COVID-19 outbreak. One residence is in the process of being gutted and rebuilt. One residence is a short and medium term rental. In the other houses there is a guy who repairs and rebuilds pipe organs, a dentist, an environmental engineer, a real estate agent, a person who runs a horse farm and myself (broadcast engineer). Everyone is unique in their own way.
I have been informed that I am in charge of the mail boxes. That’s fine.