She Gone!

I talked to my neighbor, Laura, yesterday. Yeah, I know what you are thinking....."Lin?! Talking to her neighbors?? Hmmmm. I thought Lin hates her neighbors???!"

Yeah, yeah. I do. But Laura lives a few doors down and on the other side of the street. So, really, she's kinda down the block where I can't see her and she doesn't drive me nuts. Plus she is fun and we do stuff together every once in awhile and she got me hired at the place I work. I guess you could say we are friends and neighbors--a rare thing for me.

Anyway, while we were talking, she mentioned that her next-door neighbor had died that morning. I guess the woman died in her sleep, watching the tube. And while that is sad, all I kept thinking was "Hey, that's the way to go"--well, if you gotta go, right?

We have some pretty stinky neighbors around these parts and Laura pretty much agrees with me on that, so it isn't just me who doesn't want to talk to these weirdos around here. But she was sad that this lady died. Me? I didn't really care.

My only experience with this woman was her butting in when we were having problems with the neighbors behind us a few years ago. She was all about going over there with her friend to see what was going on and peering over our fence--which was the bone of contention with that neighbor. So, she sorta miffed me because she hasn't spoken to me in 20 years, but she can stick her nose into my problems. Go figure. Some folks are like that.

So, while Laura was all sad and talking about the wake, I was all like "Oh, that is sad", but I didn't give a hoot. I didn't feel a thing--not sad, not happy, not angry for what she did, nor sympathy for the family. I was void of feeling. Isn't that weird??

The sole thought I had was how that was a really peaceful way to die.