If I am to be honest, I venture as we peel away from our fantasies, I really don’t care
that much for the perfect house. Sure, it would be nice, but what REALLY matters to me is the people who live inside.
And the people I would LOVE to be my neighbors are the ones on the other
side of the lake.
Which ones? Anna
is as much, or perhaps even more intrigued now by the people I want for my
neighbors.
You know, the ones who decorate their house for Christmas and
Easter… and Hal…
Oh, YES! A sand hill crane swoops up into the air at the sound of her scream. Can you imagine being THEIR neighbors???!!!
No! But that would be incredible….
We walk in silence for a
bit, each reflecting on what it would be like to know the people who decorate
their house like that for the
holidays.
Clearly they are soooo
creative.
Clearly they are
off-the-charts fun.
They are
sweep-me-off-my-feet imaginative, extravagantly ingenious, and flamboyantly
artistic.
Their house decorations
for holidays are world-class theme park worthy, and yet tasteful, although I know this sounds like an oxymoron.
… To have them as my neighbors…
I would
love to get inside their head… I muse…
I would love to get inside their storage shed!
We both laugh at the
thought of space it would take to
store the decorations, the logistical nightmare of putting on a show like that and the impracticality of
such family enterprise.
Where do they keep all that stuff???? Anna has always been the more sensible one. Man, it must be
exhausting to put on such a spectacular show every time...
Hmmm, I never thought of
that.
I never thought what would really be like to live next-door to people who
always have to go all out, not just big but GIGANTIC… not just good but AWESOME….
For whom a simply good is never quite good enough.
The relentless, maybe internal maybe external pressure to outdo themselves each time, year after
year…
Are they ever able to descend?
Are they ever able to shrink themselves to small?
Can they handle being... invisible?
Can they tolerate the mundane, ordinary grayish days... ?
Or do they always have to command the stage and everyone’s attention by spectacular?…
Are they ever able to descend?
Are they ever able to shrink themselves to small?
Can they handle being... invisible?
Can they tolerate the mundane, ordinary grayish days... ?
Or do they always have to command the stage and everyone’s attention by spectacular?…
On second thought,… I start, but before I am able to finish, both of us are stopped
in our tracks.
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