FL the neighbors

There is a couple across the street. She came running over on Saturday to see who had arrived from Cobb Cty. They used to live down the road a piece in Acworth. He was not chatty. She was.

Next door to Bill is a couple. Only saw her through the front storm door. He came over because Several people use his wireless router to connect to the i-net. It is password protected. He had to give me the code while I keyed it into a setup screen.

He worked in IT at various times. Worked for IBM for a few years. Very smart guy who seemed young relative to retirement. We talked for about a half hour.

Next to him is a woman - a widow - from New England. Emotionally needy who appears to others as a busybody. We chatted for a bit. She has difficulty accepting the loss of the companionship of her husband.

But the place seems like a beautiful prison. People wave. But it seems like a gesture of distancing not inclusion. The complex cares for the yard and the outside of the house. But there appear to be rules that prevent individuation.

The citrus is free. But people leave refuse from it on the golf course.

The creek is like a moat because of alligators and snakes.

It was very peaceful to be there. But I think if I lived there, I would want to be out and about doing something. Golf is just not my game. Nor is smoozing. Perhaps I am not a people person. But then cannibals are people persons.

This part really should have been posted to pupwhines.blogspot.com.