She has to go to the kitchen to wash her hands, as the bathroom basin is otherwise occupied.
That last one is for Bill
You know you’re old when your nice neighbor starts to worry about if you can make it to the store by yourself. You can only say that you’re fine and thanks.
Someone somewhere (maybe here on this site and if so I apologize) said that you know you’re old when you slip and fall and instead of everyone laughing and pointing at you they actually come over to help you.
A big hand for all for prior comments.
… all four …
We live between 2 “young couples” – as we are passing through the 60s to 70s changeover. Both couples seem nice. One to north has 2 daughters and one to south has one daughter – older than other two girls -oldest of the 3 is probably in junior high.
I know the girl to the south is a girl scout. But, these are very respectful families – we have never been asked to buy girl scout cookies. Between the 2 couples the only help which has been asked for is a reference for the wife to the north when she was looking to change from working in real estate to a job with the police dept. (Before same during the pandemic I was going to ask her if she was a notary as my embroidery chapter uses a meeting room at a local park and I normally have to have the paperwork for same notarized – but they did not ask for same since Covid started.)
We have never been asked if we could take off any of the girls off the school bus because they had a problem or for any other favors.
I know that both husbands have back problems and often joke to Robert that as we age if one of us falls it will the wives who we would annoy to help pick us up. I hope we never have to do so.
So basically – we are all great neighbors – we wave and say hello, sometimes a “how are you doing”, but otherwise leave each other alone. Though Robert gets upset when the friends of the ones to the north visit (I forgot to mention that they have an illegal apartment) and they have too many people visiting and park in front of our house – or we have to go out and can’t see up the street to pull out due to the cars parked in front of their house. I figure if that is the only problem we have with them – all is great.
(I should mention that we live almost on top of each other – the houses are on less than the standard 60 foot – across – by 100 foot lots.)
I’m 65 but the immediate neighbours I know well enough to chat to regularly are the same age, slightly older or 20 years older. No youngster available for checking on me yet.
There is a younger neighbour – late 40s – further up the road that I’ve talked to when I’ve spotted him walking his dog. Fit, and zooms around on a bicycle. However, he has one arm missing completely, from the shoulder. He might find helping me up after a fall tricky, though I bet he has developed strategies for that sort of thing (he has children).
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She has to go to the kitchen to wash her hands, as the bathroom basin is otherwise occupied.
That last one is for Bill
You know you’re old when your nice neighbor starts to worry about if you can make it to the store by yourself. You can only say that you’re fine and thanks.
Someone somewhere (maybe here on this site and if so I apologize) said that you know you’re old when you slip and fall and instead of everyone laughing and pointing at you they actually come over to help you.
A big hand for all for prior comments.
… all four …
We live between 2 “young couples” – as we are passing through the 60s to 70s changeover. Both couples seem nice. One to north has 2 daughters and one to south has one daughter – older than other two girls -oldest of the 3 is probably in junior high.
I know the girl to the south is a girl scout. But, these are very respectful families – we have never been asked to buy girl scout cookies. Between the 2 couples the only help which has been asked for is a reference for the wife to the north when she was looking to change from working in real estate to a job with the police dept. (Before same during the pandemic I was going to ask her if she was a notary as my embroidery chapter uses a meeting room at a local park and I normally have to have the paperwork for same notarized – but they did not ask for same since Covid started.)
We have never been asked if we could take off any of the girls off the school bus because they had a problem or for any other favors.
I know that both husbands have back problems and often joke to Robert that as we age if one of us falls it will the wives who we would annoy to help pick us up. I hope we never have to do so.
So basically – we are all great neighbors – we wave and say hello, sometimes a “how are you doing”, but otherwise leave each other alone. Though Robert gets upset when the friends of the ones to the north visit (I forgot to mention that they have an illegal apartment) and they have too many people visiting and park in front of our house – or we have to go out and can’t see up the street to pull out due to the cars parked in front of their house. I figure if that is the only problem we have with them – all is great.
(I should mention that we live almost on top of each other – the houses are on less than the standard 60 foot – across – by 100 foot lots.)
I’m 65 but the immediate neighbours I know well enough to chat to regularly are the same age, slightly older or 20 years older. No youngster available for checking on me yet.
There is a younger neighbour – late 40s – further up the road that I’ve talked to when I’ve spotted him walking his dog. Fit, and zooms around on a bicycle. However, he has one arm missing completely, from the shoulder. He might find helping me up after a fall tricky, though I bet he has developed strategies for that sort of thing (he has children).