Monday, November 14, 2005
Rules of the Suburbs
There are many rules for living in the suburbs. I've been driving artificially slow waiting for the proverbial ball to roll into the street. We've been placing the trash cans far enough from the mailbox so our mailman can pull right up and deliver the mail without having to exit his truck. I've even bought some things from the neighborhood kids. A few weeks ago, I was guilted into purchasing Christmas cards from our neighbor boy. Fred and I won't even be here in December and we generally don't send greeting cards. Even if we did, the card selection was far too cheery. (I went with: "Seasons Greeting, Warmest thoughts and best wishes for a wonderful Holiday and a very happy New Year.") I was afraid that if I didn't buy them our house would be over-looked by the Neighborhood Watch. I'm much more vulnerable here than I was in San Francisco. In the Creek, my desk is right in front of the window. By the time the little pushers are on the porch, it's too late. I've been detected. In San Francisco, I was on the second floor with a gate and a buzzer. Although there were no kids, the political activists that came knocking had no idea I was peering out my window at them. I could even scream out my window at car alarms or partiers and no one knew who was yelling. I kind of miss that anonimity. It's another life here in the suburbs. I already feel like a foreigner and I haven't even left the country yet.