Musings from the New Neighborhood



Here in the new house, I am happily surprised by my own awareness of the proximity of the lake in the early morning. When I awake to the perfect blue sky, feel the sun streaming in, and hear the gulls, I am immediately transported back to our last apartment in the Sunset neighborhood of San Francisco. I am startled by what a familiar, comforting feeling this is.

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Lyle and I head down the block to the beach in the morning, and, among other adventures, sit in the soft sand playing with a couple of small trucks for a while. I am struck by the sounds of the beach intermingled with the sounds of the city: loud gulls squawking happily, probably thrilled that the ice has finally melted on the lake and they can leave the fast food dumpsters and return for some real food; a crow in a nearby tree caw-cawing her way through the morning; a lovely church bell chiming the hour, slowly and melodically, for us. With every new sound, Lyle turns, surprised. “I hear the dolphins!” he declares each time the seagulls become louder.

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We find a playground just two blocks away that sits alongside the beach. We are early enough that no one else is there for quite a while, and we pretend to be Teletubbies and school bus drivers looking for the right key to our bus. While we eat a snack, I give Lyle a big hug and say, “I love you.” He hugs me back and says, “You love me, too!” Oh, well, I think I knew what he meant.
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One response to “Musings from the New Neighborhood

  1. Pronouns are overrated, don’t you think? A few weeks I had a similar moment with Isaac: I said “Isaac, I love you!” And he looked at me with a hug smile and said, “I love MEEEEEE!”

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