Wonderful day in the neighborhood. Wonderful day for a neighbor. Won't you be my neighbor? The Bible says to love your neighbor as you love yourself. Maybe I just don't like myself. I'm still trying to learn to be a good neighbor. I know that biblically speaking everyone is our neighbor, but if I can't get the next door stuff right then how can I get the across the country stuff right?
In the first few years after moving to our current neighborhood we soon discovered that our neighbor across the street was doing and probably selling drugs. The house directly west was a rent house and we barely had time for neighboring. A few years later our neighbor next to the dealer was sent to prison for something that shall remain nameless in this blog. So then the argument could be made that times have changed and the gentle art of neighboring hasn't kept up with the times.
Not that I had a bad teacher. My dad was surely the best neighbor on the planet in his heyday. He would walk up and down the street after his work as a teacher and talk to folks and help them and he would wave and talk and just be mr. dang friendly neighbor. It continues to be the thing I most admire about him. We had other issues in our home with closesness and communication and such. Maybe this was his way of making up for his inability to communicate with his own family or maybe he was running. I don't know because he wont' say.
Maybe that is the reason my number one concern in the dynamics that make up my family is communication. Therefore my neighboring has suffered. I don't have an equal family to neighbor ratio. Maybe I want too much but I believe that if someone is speaking to me then I should try my darndest to pay attention and they in turn should remember our conversation. I do expect too much.
The reason I started this blog-journal was two-fold. I was becoming more and more frustrated with the conversations I was having with friends and family. Seems like all we care about is impressing each other with what we know. Listening is a dying art. Understanding as a form of human interaction seems to be also dead. For those of us in our circle of bloggers we have hopefully found a few individuals who also have time to read, listen, and respond. For that I thank you. Secondly, after the onset of my heart condition last year I noticed severe lapses in my memory and my ability to communicate verbally. This has been a good exercise/therapy for me to have some kind of sounding board and for those of you who put up with it and me I also thank you.
THE GAME IS STILL ON. CLUE #1. IT IS A FOUR LETTER WORD.