Kismet? While walking Katie to school this morning I noticed our new neighbors have a bumper sticker that says, "Well behaved women seldom make history." They just moved in a couple of days ago, after I shared this status update five days ago with my social network neighbors on Facebook and Twitter:
“Well-behaved women seldom make history.” ― Laurel Thatcher Ulrich
They also have one of those TOLERANCE bumper stickers that has the symbols of the various faiths spelling out the word. I had a similar COEXIST bumper sticker on my car until recently when I finally pulled off what was left of it since it had been weather-worn so badly you could barely tell what it said anymore. I need to get a new one. One that doesn't look like I'm making an ironic statement with my tattered COEXIST sign. This is what happens when human beings try to coexist.
I think the universe is telling me I'm going to like our new neighbors.
Do people still bake cakes for new neighbors? Or is that etiquette from a bygone era? We do live in a neighborhood that was built in 1956, back when people still did such things. Nowadays most of our neighbors avoid each other, so it might seem weird to ring a stranger's doorbell and hand over a cake. But fuck it! I can be a rule breaker! I'm not a well-behaved woman. Instead of making history, I can go retro and bake our new neighbors a cake. Kindness never goes out of date.
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