Note:
I had the pleasure of taking and finishing a non-fiction writing course through Gotham Writers School in New York this Winter. This piece is my last assignment and I am excited to share it with you. Also, I have created a plan to once again share a new blog every Tuesday. What will these blogs be about you ask?? You will just have to wait and see.
Thank you for reading:)
The art of finding a good neighbour is a hard task and is often completely out of our own hands. This is particularly true in our neighbourhood, as we live in an area that is hit or miss for safety, with one block of townhouses is relatively safe but just across the field a hop or a skip away could be a drug dealer or a meth house.
When our previous neighbours decided to move out, I held my breath for almost the whole time their unit was vacant…. The saying of ‘you don’t know what you got till its gone” was not true in this case, I knew what I had!
After a few weeks a moving van pulled in and our new sweet, older new occupant got out. Linda is a quiet and compassionate older women who was married, had older children who visited but didn’t live with them and two white fur-babies who we would soon love in the coming years. Always offering a smile and conversation when we saw her outside, I finally let go of my breath and started to relax and trust that in case of an emergency or need we could count on Linda’s support.
Shortly after they moved in, we accidentally tested this theory…
You see, it was a very cold winter evening when I decided that to cheer us up, I would attempt to make chicken wings from scratch in the oven. It all started out very well, I put olive oil on each little plucked wing spreading them lovingly and evenly on the pan and then carefully selecting the right seasoning. After this I placed them in the oven at what I was sure was the perfect temperature and I left the kitchen and promptly got distracted by my child.
After a few minutes of being distracted, I started to hear sizzling and raced back into the kitchen where there was smoke pouring out of the top of the stove. I quickly did the most reasonable thing and panicked. I grabbed the pot holder and as I started to open the oven door I noticed our crazy cat, Lucy racing by headed straight for the open smoking oven.
I handled the cat with flinging arm motions trying to save her life, meanwhile neglecting the pot holder that I had dropped into the oven which was now on fire!
I am sure in the pamphlet of life, this event would be under the headline of: Nailed it.
I grabbed the smouldering pot holder out of the oven and tossed it into the sink full of bubbly dish water, which sizzled upon entry. Then I turned down the oven to a lesser temperature, making sure that the little wing-lets were still there and had not been evaporated by fire and also opened a window to let in some fresher smelling air.
Next thing I knew, there was a loud bang on my door which I opened muttering “What now?” And noticed at least four firemen standing there demanding to know if we were ok and why hadn’t we come outside if our house was on fire?
Little had I known that when I opened the window for fresh air, huge amounts of smoke went billowing out just as Linda was walking up our pathway returning from her nightly walk with the dogs. Startled, she called 911 and reported a fire at our house.
At some point in time, every good neighbour can be deemed nosy or intrusive. Instead of being afraid or disengaging yourself from them, embrace that maybe those are just the qualities of someone who cares about you and the place they call home. As humiliating as it was that my cooking had caused such a raucous, I was so thankful to have a neighbour who cared about us and our safety. A neighbour who could have just ignored the signs of trouble but instead stuck her neck out for us.
After all was said and done, and the report was filled out by the firemen, who declined our offer to stay for supper, my daughter and I ate some yummy and surprisingly un-burnt chicken wings thankful for Linda, who is truly a good neighbour.