If my first twelve years were disbursed in placelessness, these last twelve have been the other side of the coin — one billing address with nowhere to move except from room to room.
But, there’s no need to leave — I can see it all from my porch, mid-hill above the street like a discount loge seat. The neighborhood is teeming with standard exceptionalisms. The theater never ends.
Imagine, then, that we're at a 24-hour matinee with feet up on the balcony rail. The movie hasn't started yet, so I'll fill you in with an unfiltered reader's copy prologue:
I’d moved in as a renter. The landlord was Rose: a liverish diamante who thought of herself as a liberal due to anxiety meds & a leased Subaru. Her companion was close to her age in dog years & named Romeo. Rose’s throat emitted a hawk circling in the clouds.
Not long after settling in, she offered to sell the place during a midnight phone call made after a tree fell on the roof. It sounded like a sound proposition — I mean, how often could that happen?
As it turns out, the current answer is — of course — twelve years later.
During a recent week-long ice storm, trees fell in all directions around the property like shattering wine glasses.
No one in the neighborhood was spared — except the ones who didn’t deserve to be, which is how the universe usually works. The tree service left last month with a full-belly wood-chipper & a credit card number. The yard now appears to have had a drunken haircut — refreshingly hungover in vernal aftershave.
The neighbors come & go like weather house clock figurines.
Some are silent as shadows merely obeying the sun. Others provoke each other with verbal strikes across backyard fences & sometimes take it out front to physically roughhouse on the non-parking side of the street until the cops come & tell them to go back inside to scream at their loved ones & pets.
Are these seats okay? It's the best view, really. Our movie screen will be the four addresses directly across the street. In the next few posts of It was like a movie, we'll develop the film & become one-sidedly familiar with the neighbors.
Are you a Mainah?
what? are you living in my neighborhood ? which street ?