“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

4.12.2010

Home . . . Where My Music's Playin'

The house next door is for sale, is empty, people walk by and drive by and check it out all the time, but it has a small all-concrete-patio backyard, which to be honest, would be perfectly fine with me, and it stays empty. It was empty when I moved into my place 16 years ago, and it's been through a couple of owners since then - the last owners never lived there, they just remodeled it, got it back to where it should be, and it's pretty wonderful, except for that red front door, since I'm being honest here, that red door just ain't working, no matter how feng-shui-y it is.

Sometimes people who look at the house will ask us questions - there are only 3 houses on the block, 2 on this side, and the once-was-Mary's house across the street, although there are the backs of corner houses which kind of count and add to the coziness. Late yesterday afternoon I sat with Maggie in the driveway, took out a little blue child's chair and a book and sat with her and listened to the birds and watched the wisteria petals fall from the vines, and people bicycled by and people walked by and it was pretty pleasant and pretty pretty out there, and sure enough, a couple with a baby in a stroller checked out that house-for-sale next door and had questions about it, about the neighborhood, and I really liked them, had a good feeling. They liked the wildness of the wisteria and the feel of the brick streets under their feet and I found myself opening up about the neighborhood, telling tales of the owls, of Mary, of the camaraderie that once existed between us, it just poured out of me, and they loved it, they really did, although no doubt they wondered when I was going to just be quiet. They thought it was a good street for artists. Maybe so, I said, but definitely a good street for friends, for pets. They liked that all the neighbors knew each other, something I always find funny because I forget that not all neighborhoods are that way - when I shouted over to Rodney, he of one of the corner houses, to ask a question, they loved that. We talked about the history of flooding in the area, they wanted to know if their son could play in our bigger yard once he was old enough, we discussed the flowers, and they loved the blossoms on the ground, piled in the curbs, asked about crime and safety, even told me how much they'd be willing to spend to move in. When they'd gone on their way, I sat back down in the little blue chair next to Maggie and in a bit Katie came downstairs with her new puppy, a surprise Jack Russell baby for her hubby - he is home now and knows about Lucy (Lucie?), so I can write this - and we stood and talked and Rodney shouted over something every now and then, and the darkness drew near and spring was in the air.

The woman's name was Rhapsody, the woman who looked at the house with her husband, and I kind of want them to move in for that reason alone.

18 comments:

  1. I'd move in. Just to be close to you and Maggie.

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  2. seriously....her name is rhapsody ?
    i would want to live next to her, too......

    but i'd also like to live next to a girl named debi...
    so maybe it's not so much the name of a person that pulls me in, but her mind.

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  3. Her name is Rhapsody! (I have a feeling we'd get along with her parents also.) And thank you.

    :) Debi

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  4. Love the way you you put words to paper - so to speak. I will be back.

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  5. Yes, a wonderful reason, think of the stories you will tell about rhapsody...a fabulous word, a word with wings...

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  6. I love it! Rhapsody? How could you ever go wrong with a neighbor named that? I always love to hear of your little pocket of the world...it sounds so, well, enchanting. And as I sip tea, and watch the snowflakes swirl about here this morning...your world sounds just about perfect.

    xo

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  7. Alright! I knew I recognized Maggie just as I looked forward to see Rodney blowing leaves/grass! I caught the image of two women... must have been you and Katie. I almost turned my bike around...

    I love the idea of having a Rhaphsody next door, too. I think she would fit nicely in this wonderful old neighborhood. It is incredibly beautiful right now.

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  8. Oh I hope she is your neighbor one day.....I guess I need to hear a Happy Ending right now and this would do it for me.

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  9. your neighborhood sounds wonderful and we have been talking of moving west. :) ahhh, to dream! you would be a neighbor i would love to talk to...maybe i should give mine a chance. we are surrounded here. there are two families i love...the others that cut down ALL the trees....i can't even look at them.

    happy monday to you debi!
    xoxo

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  10. what a dream of neighbourhood. what an incredible blessing. I've wished for such a thing all my adult life.

    and Rhapsody. I'd want her as my neighbour just so I could mention her in stories about my neighbourhood.

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  11. The name "Rhapsody" makes me think the red door might give way to something soothing... if she owned it. (:

    I just bought the Apr/May/Jun issue of Somerset Life magazine this weekend. I don't know exactly why, but I always buy it off the shelf... and I always give the pages a long flicking whirl just to get a breath of it before I walk to the counter... but about pg 27 I went into full stop! There on the pages were images that looked so familiar! Soft soothing aqua blues on chairs and cupboard doors... and there you were! I thought, "there's our Debi!" I know her! I felt pretty smug right then!

    Wonderful article Debi! I loved it as much as I loved the Winter 09 article. You have such a way with words and images girl! You should write a book... seriously. I'd be first in line. xxxVicki

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  12. what a wonderful photo...the white.the blue and the movement:))

    a soft day with the wisteria blooms falling and the bricks under the feet...we will remember these later!

    let us know if they move in

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  13. i wish my name was rhapsody.

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  14. rhapsody is bound to be an interesting neighbor. i could see myself moving there as well. we would have a lovely time. : ) sigh for beauty.
    xo

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  15. Sounds like such a wonderful neighbourhood you live in. Hoping for you rhapsody, of some sort or another.
    I adore how you spent your time with your little blue chair and Maggie, while listening to the birds and watching the wisteria petals falling

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  16. Rhapsody is a wonderful name. It sounds happy every time you say it.
    Wouldn't it be nice?

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  17. So, what's her son's name? Sonata?

    Sorry. I couldn't help it.

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