It’s always good to have a friendly and helpful neighbour. I think my neighbour is the greatest because he’s basically a jack-of-all trades and he tells interesting stories about life before retirement.
Sadly, when you buy a house, they always state that the house is “as is” condition. I always thought that meaning “unless the house can be physically moved elsewhere, you are stuck in this position as is … too bad, so sad, get use to it because you can’t afford any better!”. I think its funny when you see a house in your neighbourhood that just got off the market, and a few months later it goes back in … Haha, can I blame the neighbours on this one?
Television also depicts the “neighbour” in a variety of ways. There’s Wilson from Home Improvement that gave helpful advise to Tim, but you’d only see his bucket hat and his eyes. Homer (Simpson) was watching Home Improvement where Tim ran down Wilson with a lawnmower!
Speaking of The Simpsons, Homer (and family) always has reliable Ned Flanders, the number 1 teachers pet of the man upstairs, to “borrow” stuff from and totally take advantage of. By the way, why does Flanders has a beer gut with his sweater on, but has a six pack sans sweater? That just doesn’t make sense. My favourite quote from Flanders is when the Simpsons went skiing and Homer came across Flanders and his fairly revealing ski suit. And the only time Homer need his brain to tell him what to do when rapidly accelerating down the slopes, all he can picture is Ned, shaking what his mother gave him, saying “It’s like I’m wearing nothing at all, nothing at all, NOTHING AT ALL!”
And there are neighbours with all their dirty laundry (figuratively, not literally). Look no further than the suburbia of Wisteria Lane, where secrets and neighbours are never a good mix (unlike their booze cabinets). Seriously, the show is like a soap opera but funny and less people enjoying themselves. All the housewives on the show are usually miserable (Gabby wants monetary goods and Carlos at the same time, Lynette had too many curve balls thrown at her, Bree lost her lover, her company and her husband, Susan …well …. is just Susan). FYI, I didn’t catch up to this season’s episode, so bear/bare (???) with me if the info is outdated.
I can go on, but I can’t. My brain is going “type, type, type”, but my eyes are slowly closing shut like my garage door!
Tone in next time when I try to over analyze Tiger Mom and asians depicted in the media! And FYI, my mom is NOT a 100% Tiger Mom … she did not force me to play piano or violin … I played trombone voluntarily and it drove her nuts!
Tomorrow’s another day!