tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post79549782651195826..comments2023-07-29T09:26:45.820-05:00Comments on Write About Here: just when I thought suburban alienation was a cliche not worth exploring...cinnamon gurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05363288586285868779noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-56020945754335894622008-09-02T22:55:00.000-05:002008-09-02T22:55:00.000-05:00Is it wrong that I like to think of you as the ecc...Is it wrong that I like to think of you as the eccentric neighbour who all the weirdos stare at from behind their curtains? You're shaking things up a bit.<BR/><BR/>And as much as it makes me sad about the state of our world. Good on those kids for asking what you were doing taking photos of them.NotSoSagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04782162947524115936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-50426231443344962662008-09-01T02:23:00.000-05:002008-09-01T02:23:00.000-05:00In our old neighborhood all the kids played in the...In our old neighborhood all the kids played in the street, but in this new neighborhood, no one does. The difference? The old 'hood had shade trees and sidewalks. People in the new place are pretty friendly but the street feels so exposed that one wants to chat out there.<BR/><BR/>You are feeling culture shock. That's what I told myself, when we moved... It helped to think of the way I felt as a temporary state the could be moved through.Jennifer (ponderosa)https://www.blogger.com/profile/17712875613623664156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-64043438742990407882008-08-31T08:49:00.000-05:002008-08-31T08:49:00.000-05:00I think that attached garages do end up taking awa...I think that attached garages do end up taking away from the feeling of community - it turns it into a streetful of people who only drive, who never see each other. <BR/>That is the MOST United Churchy looking church I have ever seen. I think the one I was married in looked JUST LIKE IT.Beckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-77444410223841750132008-08-30T19:00:00.000-05:002008-08-30T19:00:00.000-05:00I'm sorry everyone was so suspicious...don't get c...I'm sorry everyone was so suspicious...don't get cured or anything, though, of this affliction of yours--the shots are gorgeous, as always.Aliki2006https://www.blogger.com/profile/15763865834765963343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-77773469864471782602008-08-29T23:46:00.000-05:002008-08-29T23:46:00.000-05:00One last thing. Be careful Sin. Behind those garag...One last thing. Be careful Sin. Behind those garage doors may be a horde of stepford wives. Don't let them get you.Mommy Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-34942571240514338212008-08-29T23:42:00.000-05:002008-08-29T23:42:00.000-05:00How many people on here have more cyber friends th...How many people on here have more cyber friends than real friends? People are less tolerant of differences, these days, and birds of a feather flock together -brave new global world. <BR/><BR/>I seem to face a lot of alienation at dance class, and preschool, just because I don't spend all the money my husband makes, while working away in the oilpatch, on my hair and fingernails. Where I live is very snobby. It's a town of trophy wives, though half of them are no prize. And it's funny, becuase if I lived here a few years back before they put in a Wallmart, and a Mr. Mikes, back when just the men came here to work and their families lived in Kelowna or Edmonton, it would have been a different story. I'd likely be part of the "in" crowd. <BR/><BR/>Now my breed have been pushed aside by the suburban soccer moms who drive SUVs and one tons as a status symbol, while us redeneck mamas drive them becuase we're hauling fence posts, chicken feed, water and groceries. And the thing that makes me the most angry is that the most education any of these women have is a little beauty school, but they look at us like we're some dumb hicks. I'm not from here (though no one would ever know), but I'd be proud to be. The women from up here are amazing, and tough. It used to just be ranchers, hippies and mennonites here. Guess what? Those are the only moms interested in talking to me. Who would have known I'd have anything in common with a mennonite. I've actually had moms flatly tell my step-daughter "no" when she's asked if she could have a playdate with their daughter. And I know it's because I'm not cool enough. I know this because her mom is one of them and she never gets "no"s. I guess it's a rural problem, too. <BR/><BR/>Sorry, that was my alienation rant.Mommy Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-1114823668499270642008-08-29T19:21:00.000-05:002008-08-29T19:21:00.000-05:00At least your neighbours don't leave condom wrappe...At least your neighbours don't leave condom wrappers and dime bags at the foot of your driveway on Friday nights. I think when father-in-law leaves us and we no longer need so much space, we may sell (again, despite my vow to never move again) and look for a more kid-friendly neighbourhood.<BR/><BR/>As for the voting, you know what I'd say, I'm sure. ;)Hannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15855682469727450176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-62921339821236301712008-08-29T14:01:00.000-05:002008-08-29T14:01:00.000-05:00Welcome to the suburbs. Garages, suspicion, and cr...Welcome to the suburbs. Garages, suspicion, and cranky old ladies. <BR/><BR/>LOVE the church photo. Wow.Kylahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-11756279882288530242008-08-29T11:08:00.000-05:002008-08-29T11:08:00.000-05:00it's funny...i've been sitting here thinking we re...it's funny...i've been sitting here thinking we really need to pull some plans together for a move in a year or two, once O gets old enough to, y'know, want friends and stuff. and i'm torn between our current across-from-the-liquor-store-and-crack-house location, which offers no other kids but a feeling i kinda like, and the all-garage suspicion and cloistering you describe. though i suppose, truth is, my crack house neighbours are a little suspicious themselves and probably wouldn't appreciate photos. ;)<BR/><BR/>i hope, in time, you feel more at home.Bonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14403701620708365171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-79017537334399616992008-08-29T07:49:00.000-05:002008-08-29T07:49:00.000-05:00Me too, Mad, on the garages. As for an unusual lul...Me too, Mad, on the garages. As for an unusual lull - I doubt it. But I suspect there might be a few ok people sprinkled around. I just have to find them. There's one place with an NDP AND a green sign - I think I just have to find a way to befriend them.cinnamon gurlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05363288586285868779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-92002545536057322562008-08-28T21:07:00.000-05:002008-08-28T21:07:00.000-05:00Oy. All those garage shots kinda depressed me. May...Oy. All those garage shots kinda depressed me. <BR/><BR/>Maybe your neighbourhood is just suffering a last-week-of-summer lull. Maybe it will come to life next week. Wishful thinking?Madhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13416585771017767796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-16065722373431246302008-08-28T19:46:00.000-05:002008-08-28T19:46:00.000-05:00The houses in my neighbourhood are close to 100 yr...The houses in my neighbourhood are close to 100 yrs old and so everyone has cars parked on what was formerly their front lawns since the lots are so small. I hate that everyone drives yet we are on the subway line. We moved here from right downtown so I get your feeling about moving to the 'burbs when you really haven't. No one is ever around walking and they are suspicious too. <BR/><BR/>glad to see the move went well.moplanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16998309937928231527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-68266533648766150182008-08-28T19:24:00.000-05:002008-08-28T19:24:00.000-05:00I hope you don't get over this affliction of yours...I hope you don't get over this affliction of yours.11111111https://www.blogger.com/profile/10642068570509276596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-68936211245751309162008-08-28T13:38:00.000-05:002008-08-28T13:38:00.000-05:00We're in this weird rural/suburban setting. There...We're in this weird rural/suburban setting. There were signs up for local elections, but not much for national elections ever went up, even before our primary. It has certainly stifled my desire to put up an Obama sign--plus, we're not at all visible to the through street. And the only people who would see it are my neighbors, and I know that the best way of maintaining a positive relationship is to avoid, as much as possible, religion and politics. But it does make me think that we're a bit out of our element.<BR/><BR/>P.S. I would love for a viable third-party to develop in the US. I would be a greenie immediately if that were a real option.Mousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14704189465052882543noreply@blogger.com