this morning #1927.

this morning, at the exact same time that i was dragging the trash out to the curb, my neighbor also exited his home. two bags of trash in tow. he may have waved at me but, if he did, i’d already turned away & started making my way back inside. then he shouted my name. twice. like a child pining for mom’s attention. i didn’t turn to fully acknowledge him but, as i continued toward the house, i did say “hi, hal” over my shoulder. that was all the invite he needed. “i’m having a cookout on sunday. 2pm. stop by if you’d like.” i didn’t break stride. thought “doubtful” but said “maybe.” “well great! see you then. no need to bring anything but a smile!” this friggin’ guy. i guess he is nice even though it’s annoyingly so. ugh. maybe i’ll go.