Watching the World Go By
Since I retired I spend a lot of time on the computer in my home office. My office is at the front of our house and faces the street and, as a result, I spend an inordinate amount of time watching the world go by on the sidewalk outside. You can learn a lot about people by being observant. I guess that's one skill I took away from my law enforcement career; being good at being observant.
For instance, there is the nice young lady that walks her twin dogs every day at about 10 a.m. These dogs she has always seem to be pulling her down the sidewalk and she is usually holding on for dear life. Just once I wish the twins would take off running in different directions so I could watch her try to hold on to both of them.
Then there is the lady across the street to the right. As I am writing this post she is outside in a bright green jogging suit trying to move a huge decorative stone that weighs about 5 times what she does. She is from Kenya and is the sweetest and funniest person on the block. Every time I am outside working and she sees me she will come over and ask what I am doing and then, almost every single time, start telling me how lazy and dumb her husband is. She caught me mowing the yard on the riding mower one day and came over to tell me I am a good husband because I mow the yard. I asked her if her husband mows the yard, to which she replied "HaHa.....He so dumb he cannot even operate the lawn mower you push by hand!" She has two of the most beautiful daughters I have ever seen who are both going to college to be doctors. One of them is a huge track star at her school and let me tell you....the way she is built, I wouldn't want to beat her in a race, I would always stay behind her and be happy with 2nd place! When her other daughter got married recently, she came over and invited us to the big reception party they were having at her house. Like I said, she is one of the nicest people I have met in Sunnyvale, or anywhere else for that matter.
Another character that makes an appearance regularly is this tomboy-looking woman that walks her little boy to school every day. She always has the boy's backpack on and is always about 10 feet in front of him. Even if it's raining she walks that boy to school and I know she has a car, I've seen her in it. She is always wearing an old dirty blue cap. I nicknamed her "Steps".
There is one young, skinny, scrawny woman that runs by every morning. She doesn't jog, she runs! This girl picks em up and puts em down, hair in a ponytail sticking out through the hole in her cap, legs as white as my butt cheeks. She runs angry. She is always looking like she wants to beat up her own butt....probably for all that running she does.
Then there is "Angry". Angry is from the middle east and wears a turban at all times. He walks almost every day and let me tell you, Angry doesn't move his arms AT ALL when he walks. He's about 6 feet tall and skinny and it is just weird. He always has a cranky look on his face. I have never seen him smile once, and you can forget him waving. I have tried waving at him several times but he refuses to acknowledge me. So, if I am outside when he walks by I will stop whatever I am doing and stand perfectly still with my hands down to my side and just stare at him. I don't know what I am hoping to accomplish by doing this but it seems to bother him and that makes me feel better.
The house across the street and to the left is my biggest source of nosiness grief. I absolutely cannot figure out what is going on over there. There is a really pretty lady that lives there and the first time I saw her was about 3 months after we moved in. We thought the house was empty forever, but then I would catch a glimpse of someone moving around in there. After about 3 months I started seeing her go to the mailbox and she always had 2 kids with her; a baby and a toddler. After about 6 months of this, suddenly she has a third kid, but he's a toddler also! WTH?!? For the first year I never saw a man anywhere. A yard service keeps the yard mowed, and to this day I have only ever seen the man of the house about 6 times. I have decided that he is a secret agent and stays gone most of the time and the new kid showed up because his commanders decided that his cover-story of a family man needed 3 kids instead of 2.
So, as you can see for yourself, when I am not chasing around my 2 little tick-turds or working on classwork then I am wasting my life away watching the world go by.