The garbage man waved at me like we're old friends. He looked through my front door to see me sitting on the couch in my bathrobe, and he shouted hi and waved.
It's not the same guy who I ran out to about a month ago while in my bathrobe because I hadn't taken the trash can out the night before ... though it could have been the same team and he saw me interact in a friendly manner.
I love how people wave and shout. The honking at each other though - that's better in a small town.
I'm over wanting the blue house beside me. I was a house with a big porch, with a porch swing or Adirondack chairs, where we can sit and shoot the breeze with the neighbors. Further away from the university.
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