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Sunday, May 2, 2010


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This past year I have lived completely by myself for one of the rare times in my life. The solitude seldom worries me; but after new neighbors moved in overhead, I began to wonder. People seemed to come and go at all hours of the day and night. Were they the ones who occasionally stop by my door and throw something at it? Were they part of the rumored gang activity in this part of the city? Worst of all, they played music--loud--with their windows wide open. I decided that at best, they were inconsiderate; and at worst, they could perhaps be dangerous.

The other day, I walked from the parking lot to my front door. A nicely-dressed young man stood in the yard with something furry at his feet. A second and third glance told me he had a rabbit. Being an animal person (and never having encountered a rabbit at an apartment before), I started talking with him.

The baby rabbit nibbled on the green grass as if starved. He was an Easter gift. I considered the juxtaposition of the man, rabbit, and apartment, and asked, "Do you live upstairs?"


The neighbor I was afraid of had a pet rabbit?

He continued. "Does my music bother you?"

At least he asked. I said, "Well, yes, it is loud, but I notice you only do that during the day time. So I haven't complained."

"I knew it." He frowned. "I'll turn it down. You see, I'm a musician with a recording contract and I have to practice."

Musician under contract--author under contract. Both of us with similar job problems (and joys!) And maybe he performs at night clubs, which explains his odd hours.

My scary gang member neighbor turned into a rabbit-loving fellow artist.

Be careful of assumptions.


Rhonda Gibson said...

Love it! Love it! Glad he wasn't an ax murder :) Hugs, Rhonda

Darlene Franklin said...

Me too! Thanks for stopping by.

Cathy Shouse said...

We all make judgements and sometimes we aren't given the chance to see how wrong we were.
I'm glad you might become friends with your upstairs neighbor.

You've reminded of a romance I read about neighbors called "The Nosy Neighbor."

Please enter me to win a book. I'm not sure how to do it. cathy underscore shouse at yahoo dot com

Darlene Franklin said...

You're entered. I'm counting everyone who leaves a comment.

Terri said...

I envisioned a skulking character and feared for you. "Oh my gosh, she's got to get out of there," I thought. So glad you don't. (Watch out for those rabbits if he gets a mate.)

Carla Gade said...

Thanks so much, Darlene!

It's good to get the true picture of things.

Janice Thompson said...

I love it! I'm so glad you shared that story!

Darlene Franklin said...

Thanks to everyone for stopping by! I hope my new neighbors (at the house!) are just as nice.