I think I should have lived in the fifties. There. I said it. I just don’t think these 21st century people are my kind of peeps. These people who are too busy twittering and blogging and playing tennis on the television with a little white wand. I need people who do things June Cleaver style with good old fashioned thank-you notes and pies cooling on the windowsill. I never really realized this until we moved into our new house. I mean, I knew that I was a thank-you note “nazi” if you will. I write thank you notes like my Grandma Miller taught me. I get very unhappy if I don’t get a thank you note. Not because I think that I am entitled to one. Just because I think that a little bit of civility dies every time one is failed to be sent out. I guess I also knew that little boys should wear cute Jon-Jons. But besides my hatred for unresponded to gifts and boys who don’t wear good old fashioned clothing, I am just a good old 21st century girl, right?
When we moved into the house, we unpacked so fast and got everything just so. All in anticipation for that first visitor! I just knew that any minute, there would be a knock on the door and there would be our new neighbors with a big old smile and a plate of brownies. Or cookies. Heck, muffins even. I’m not picky. I just needed that welcome wagon to make me feel like a real homeowner. So I waited. The weekend went by. I waited some more. I thought, “Well maybe they are just giving us time to get settled in.” I kept waiting. Surely they would come, right? Every show I had ever watched displayed the wonderful welcoming of new homeowners in the neighborhood. It was about to be my turn and I couldn’t wait!!! Well folks…here I am on my fourth week in this house and guess what? Still no welcome. Still no wave from across the street while watering their lawn. And especially still no treats.
What is wrong with this world? Please believe that the moment someone moves into this block from here on out, they WILL be getting cookies from me. Why? Because that is the decent, neighborly thing to do. Maybe not in this crazy 2010 world but the inner June Cleaver in me wants, nay needs, to welcome people in a proper fashion. But apparently I am the only one on this block that feels that way. I guess that’s what you get for living in the past.
I guess I’m off to buy a wii or a flat screen TV or something. You know…to get with these new times. I wonder if the man from Best Buy will appreciate my thank-you note for his wonderful sales service.
4 Comments:
I love your new layout!! I love Jack's nose! :)
The day we moved in, we chatted with our old lady neighbor for a while and then she ordered us a pizza and had it sent to our house because it looked like we were hungry! That is the last time I've seen or heard from her. I want fun neighbors!!!
I love this post. I think you posted it before(on accident?) and i wanted to comment but couldn't. Seriously.. i used to go and bring bread to all the new neighbors here and people didn't know what to do. Mostly i got a thank you and a door shut in my face. Once I got invited in and enjoyed meeting a neighbor... but she moved a month later.
I support meeting your neighbors even if they are lame and don't come to meet you. Bake some cookies!!!
We've lived in our house 6 years and still no welcome! I did bake cookies for the neighbors on both sides of us in an attempt to meet them and it was a quick thank you and that's that. :( I ran into the one directly across the street at a restaurant and she pretended she didn't know who I was when I said hi. Well I know you Pauline from your hubby yelling at you and his name is Dave from you yelling at him. The nicest neighbors we had were renters and they moved.
Love this post! So true!
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