Getting to know you...sort of.

There are six houses on my block, three homes on the south side of the street and three on the east. The house directly across from us has its blinds open, if it even has any, day and night. I spied a woman at her window watching me as I was standing at mine surveying the street on the day we moved in. This woman is often to be seen in her kitchen futzing around. (Now that I have put curtains up, I see her less often.) I have taken to calling the woman in the window No-Curtains Nancy. 

No-Curtains has a spouse who is hardly ever seen. Yesterday afternoon, however, as I was coming back from the shops, I noticed that the man of the house had let the dog out for an unsupervised walk along the block. The dog, a sad-looking Chow mix with an awful lion cut, left a 'deposit' in front of its neighbor's house. He then sniffed around a few parked cars before returning indoors. The poo was still on the pavement as of 9.30am this morning. 

Stoney B, the guy who lives next door, earned his nickname because we see him (smell him?) going out to his garden to smoke a blunt at regular intervals throughout the day. We don't yet have blinds for the window that looks out toward his deck, so we are regularly treated to the sight of him out there, ear buds in & joint lit. We think he lives with his elderly parents.

As for the other three households, there is not much to report. No one seems to be coming or going. Maybe they all work-from-home? Maybe they're retired and keeping their contact with the outside world to a minimum? In normal times, I would have probably made an attempt to at least introduce myself to my immediate neighbors, but, fearing viral transmission, I have kept away save for the odd wave, socially distantly, of course. 

A snippet of the new 'hood courtesy of Hoodline