![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
Won't you be my neighbour, neighbour?
Yesterday I was brooding again over how socially insulated I am these days. I do go out and interact sometimes, but it's still the case that most days the only people I talk to face-to-face are my coworkers and my partner. I'm not much of a phone person either and the age of intensive online contacts--when I would write long e-mails to distant friends--seem well behind me; now about from the rare extended IM chat it's all fleeting salutations and the occasional polite inquiry.
So I was particularly happy that, while taking my evening constitutional, I hit upon the idea of asking a neighbour to join me and even more happy that he accepted. This is one half of a gay couple I know through Game Night and who turn out to live only a few blocks south of us--the shyer half. In fact, it took half a year for me to discover he was a librarian. We took his dog down to Senn Park and talked about their recent trip to Amsterdam for the Koninginnedag festivities.
On the way, we saw an assortment of gorgeous Dutch irises and the first peonies of the year. He made me lament once more the dearth of foreign travel in my life and raised hopes that maybe I've finally--after nearly four years at this address--found a gay neighbour that I can call on informally when I feel the need to break a little from my well-worn routine of crouching in front of a little glowing screen.
So I was particularly happy that, while taking my evening constitutional, I hit upon the idea of asking a neighbour to join me and even more happy that he accepted. This is one half of a gay couple I know through Game Night and who turn out to live only a few blocks south of us--the shyer half. In fact, it took half a year for me to discover he was a librarian. We took his dog down to Senn Park and talked about their recent trip to Amsterdam for the Koninginnedag festivities.
On the way, we saw an assortment of gorgeous Dutch irises and the first peonies of the year. He made me lament once more the dearth of foreign travel in my life and raised hopes that maybe I've finally--after nearly four years at this address--found a gay neighbour that I can call on informally when I feel the need to break a little from my well-worn routine of crouching in front of a little glowing screen.
no subject
Alas. Yes. I am trying to revive in myself the art of long-email-writing, but it's amazing how rusty all those parts have gotten.
no subject