Now, I know their are those of you out there (my moth man friend) lol, who will not want to hear this, but, since, I am also, one of the moths I feel drawn to the flame too. There is a heat wave going on here, and since it actually hit 25F here, I feel like running outside and start to mow the snow, I mean the grass. My neighbor's are already probably out there.
I live on the greatest road in the world. I love this community of about 75 people, and we all live on this road. Seventy-four of us are Italian and one is Irish. I will let you guess who the minority is. I am so lucky to live here I can't imagine living anywhere else, it is like I am living in the movie, The Burbs. (Tom Hanks you know) I have very funny neighbors who I have grown to love and attach silly affectionate nicknames for a reason.
We have MeatBall Mike. He is my favorite. He has had a tankless for years. Now, my other neighbor is Mighty Regis. I love him too. He is 84, has had numerous stents put in, is married, and flirts with me on a steady daily basis. It is innocent and sweet, and it makes him feel manly. I sometimes, wink an eye back...
Now, Meatball Mike and Mighty Regis builds things together. They only start very late at night, and using circular saws and what-have-you , they work by moonlight and one small light. One night they were out there building a shed . I was laying in bed and I heard Mighty Regis, yelling, " Mike, mike, stop stop!" I could hear the banging coming from a hammer, and then, next heard Mighty Regis yelling in pain. In a very deep Italian broken English voice, I could hear Meatball Mike yelling, " Oh, I so sorry Regis, I so sorry..." Mike, wears hearing aids in both ears.
I was laughing but very concerned about them too, so, I kept the first aid kit nearby the phone with our other neighbor's phone number, Margie, who was in her day a paramedic. Margie, is a pip and truly, doesn't look in her eighty's and flies about her riding lawn mower like a teenager riding a horse.
Our neighborhood, our road is a pleasure to live on, I love talking to the them and know them very well. They took pride in welcoming an irish family with open arms. I have sat many a day in Meatball Mikes kitchen, learning how to make them the italian way. I would make one, eat one, make one, eat one.
We share the land together with our gardens, and this one day, I will out there picking some zukes and Mike was out in his. I yelled over in my English with some Italian words I picked up thru the years of living here, if he wanted some zukes.
He said, " throw over fence, I catch". Since the fence was 8 ft and the zukes grew to football size, I said I would bring them over. He kept saying, " no no, you throw, throw" Throw I did, and hit him square between the eyes, almost knocking him out. We laughed, and he said, "yeah, next time you walk, you walk."
This is the type of neighborhood you love you get to know the people, they get to know you. Another neighbor owns a large italian restaurant and when my husband died, brought chicken, pastas, salads, breads, enough to feed the 150 people that were at my house the day he was buried. They are good people.
Because of the way we are here, we take care of each other, I can honestly, tell you, that the tankless heaters must be working well, because if not, I would hear about it for sure. We talk to each other all the time about everything. Just my 2 cents worth, because that is all I can ever afford.
