Tuesday, July 7, 2015
SLICE OF LIFE
I see hyperlinks all the time when I am walking my dog. Last summer for instance, I came upon an entire block with every single tree all the way down the block festooned in purple ribbon. Several neighbors were outside and because I might be a teeny bit nosy, I asked what the ribbons stood for. It turned out that someone on the block had died of pancreatic cancer. The ribbons were a show of support for his wife and family.
There's another hyperlink situation on my street right now. I live in an old neighborhood. People like the idea of living in the city, close to downtown, close to museums, etc., but they don't like the little houses, with little closets and no modern conveniences. So they buy the lots and tear 90% of the house down, then they build a mini-mansion that extends to the very edge of the lot. Right now there is one going up down the street from me. The interesting part, though, is that the house just to the north of it has a roofed patio. Right now, the roof of the patio is hanging over the fence of the new house. And there's a downspout from the existing house that actually goes right down into the new house's yard. Every time I walk by it, I wonder about that roof and that downspout. Who is over whose property line? And how are they going to resolve it?
Even closer to my house, there's another hyperlink. About half a block down, there's a woman who teaches English in a neighboring school district. I don't know her well, but we have nice conversations about teaching and books and last summer, she asked for advice about her son, a first grader who was not quite reading yet. She has a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful garden in her front yard and she's out there all the time in the summer. She tells me pretty regularly that when she retires she is going to have a gardening business. Except this summer she hasn't been out there at all. No one is working in her garden. I have seen her little boy on the porch, but she's not around. And I wonder where she is. And if she is ok. I want to go knock on the front door and ask, but I don't know her that well. Definitely one of life's hyperlinks.
Finally, there is a hyperlink situation going on at my own house. My boys have always been super, super, super close. Best friends. It is rare to see one without the other. If one forgot his lunch money, the other one shared his lunch. At football practice they always stood next to each other. When they went out on weekends, I knew they had each other's backs. Something has happened in the last few weeks, since Son #1 came back from his road trip. Son #2 doesn't want anything to do with him. Barely talks to him, doesn't ask him to do stuff, hardly even acknowledges his presence. Last night I came home from book club and Son #1 was sitting down the basement crying. I'm pretty sure it has to do with his brother, but I don't know what's going on. And no one will tell me.
Just another hyperlink in the story of life…