As I walked the Wonder Dog this morning, an ambulance with lights flashing pulled into the Hood.  I have been accused of being the Gladys Kravitz of the Hood.


NOW, in my defense, I am out walking 3-4 times a day with the one who pulls my strings (or leash).  I HAVE to be thinking about something as we make the same circles over and over.  Observing my neighbors and what is happening at their homes  keeps my mind off the mind numbing repeat of steps.  TELL ME--you would not wonder what was going on when you spot an ambulance WITH FLASHING LIGHTS pull into to your neighborhood of 100 houses.  We all know each other--at a minimum we know who goes here and who doesn't.  I am concerned!  About a third of the neighbors are retirement age, so we have a built in neighborhood watch.  That is a strong base for keeping an eye out for anything amiss.

We need one of these signs

I had a neighbor stop me in the grocery store to tell me how her husband heard someone drive through the hood at 4:00 AM with their music really loud.  She said, none of the neighbors would do that--so it had to be an outsider.  AND if their music was up really loud, they obviously were up to no good.  NOW, perhaps I am off track, but if I were trying to do some meanness, I would be as quiet as possible to not get caught.  I DIGRESS!  All to say--we have each other's back in the hood.

WHERE AM I GOING?  Two of my neighbors stopped to ask did I know what was going on when the ambulance pulled into the hood?  (My reputation of neighborhood busybody is getting around) With so many of us counted among the senior citizen group, it could be stopping at any number of houses.  The question becomes not Why?" but "Who?".  When you get to a certain point in life, you know where the story is headed.  How you get there becomes the question.

SO--do we sit and wait for the inevitable or do we keep marching down the road -business as usual?  As long as possible, I hope to be marching down the road.  I will say, my movement down that road has become much more intentional.  How I would love to have had this piece of wisdom decades ago.  I didn't, so all I can do is from this point forward, move with intent.  

I have my eyes and ears open.  I am watching for flashing lights and listening for shrill sirens.  As long as I am aware of what is happening, I am moving forward.  I am loving my neighbor more than myself, seeking God in every moment, and knowing He has my back.  Thankful for good neighbors who watch, and a loving God Who knows.

"The Lord's acts of mercy indeed do not end,
For His compassions do not fail.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.
The Lord is my portion, says the soul.,
Therefore I wait for Him."
Lamentations 3:22-24


  1. It's perfectly natural to wonder what's going on when an ambulance appears in the neighborhood. And we certainly want to know who is in need of medical help. I'm glad you live in a place where people look out for each other, Lulu. That's a blessing!

    1. I love my neighborhood, Martha! It is a great blessing to live here!


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