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Thursday, September 2, 2010

Neighbourly Interactions

If you've read my blog for awhile, you may remember that earlier this year I had a bunch of uncomfortable interactions with some neighbours regarding some chalk drawings which landed us in the newspaper with colour photographs. Well, the other night the doorbell rings and it's the same neighbours. It's not what you think. It's worse/funnier/sadder depending on how you look at it.

These same neighbours hit my parked car. Not only hit it, but dented it. Not only hit it and dented it, but did that to the tune of a thousand dollars as the estimate I got at the VW dealership indicated in writing. Whoops.

They could have not said. They could have made me wonder for a few days who did it and how it happened. They didn't. They let me know right away, which I really appreciate. I wasn't even upset about it - I was totally upset about the chalk drawings and all of the implications - this was nothing. If you've read my blog or been in any of my teacher trainings, you'll also know I love my car. LOVE my car. So I'll fix it. They'll pay. It'll work out.

Living close to people will likely include being in relationship with them. Sometimes, something will happen and things don't go the way we want them to. And if we're in relationship long enough, things may go back and forth.

Sometimes yoga postures prepare us for the other things that happen in our lives. Sometimes we do group poses and a number of us will hold a pose together. BunBunboobooasana, for instance. It's not a big one, but it's one we get to hold as a little group for a couple of days.

2 comments:

Finola Francis said...

I followed the story about the chalk drawings at the time and I thought that your neighbours were so ridiculous.
It's nice to see a happy-ish ending, if you could call it that.

April said...

So sorry about your Bunny. I checked out the dent as I was leaving yoga last night.
I know we're not supposed to have attachments to things like cars, but I really like my cars too.
I hate the first dent.
My husband thinks it's a good thing, that it's over with.
My new car was 3 weeks old when someone hit it with a shopping cart at the Superstore.
I was bummed!
Not many people would leave a note and admit to something that they know is going to cost a lot of money. Congratulations to your neighbours for being good citizens.
Little things renew our faith in people.