“Things will be fine. The sun will come out tomorrow. Expect the best. Be of good cheer. It’s always darkest before the dawn. Don’t invite trouble. Everything will turn out okay.” Add in a few thousand more “upbeat” cliches, and you’ll have my new mantra.
In previous posts, I’ve talked about a new neighbor moving in, and it has finally happened. Now, in my own defense, I want you to understand that I know I’ve been spoiled. For the past three years I’ve had single women living on both sides of me who were quiet, considerate great neighbors. So, I’ve been lulled into believing that it would always be thus. One of the things I’ve loved about living here is the quiet.
First reports were that the new person was a divorced woman with one little girl. “Okay,” I thought, “two people living in that house – no biggie.” Well, it appears I was wrong. From what I can tell, she has not one, not two, not three, but four children, some teenagers. O-kay. So now I know that there will be a lot of people living over there, coming and going. I’ll just have to adjust to a little more noise. But then, as I was sitting reading my paper this morning, I saw two of the girls walking by the driveway holding on to…(please don’t let it be a leash!!!) a leash. I immediately sent up a prayer, “At least let it be a tiny foo-foo dog!“ Then I got a glimpse of this gigantic black hound. O-kay. I’ve always had a fear of big dogs ever since I was almost devoured by one as a child, but, okay. I said my mantra and continued to read my paper. I was fine until the howling started out on their balcony, making the hairs stand up on my arms. To be fair, it stopped quickly, and has only happened about once an hour since.
Now I’m NOT anti-kids or anti-dogs in general. I’ve known some perfectly nice dogs and I was once a kid myself. But at the last place I lived, the whole neighborhood was terrorized and annoyed by a house full of vandalizing kids who had dogs that barked all night long. So, emotionally, I’m coming from a bad place. But this could be a totally different situation. So, why am I feeling such forboding, anxiety? I know it’s irrational but it’s like I already feel as if I’m outnumbered. I’m just a woman living alone, wanting to be a good neighbor and be respected in return. I don’t want to feel this way. I want to get rid of this dread. But, what can I do? Wait! I know…
“Things will be fine. The sun will come out tomorrow. Expect the best. Be of good cheer. It’s always darkest before the dawn. Don’t invite trouble. Everything will turn out okay.”