I was chatting with a neighbor the other day. She lives in the apartment building behind my house. When I say behind my house, I mean directly behind my house. Our backyard ends with an eight-foot-wide row of trees. Those trees end at the apartment parking lot. Most of the time it is no problem because the trees offer a barrier. But it is winter, so the trees are bare…
I mentioned that the bare trees meant that we could see the parking lot clearly. She mentioned that she had noticed, too.
Then she added: “There used to be a woman that lived in your house. Every once in a while I catch my husband trying to peek over and I have to remind him that she doesn’t live there anymore. hahaha.”
I thought: “Eww”.
Then I was thinking about how my husband’s family has owned and lived in this house for about 40 years–longer than the apartment building has existed. That means that the only other women that have lived in this house have been my mother-in-law, my sister-in-law, and my step-mother-in-law. So, I thought: “Um, Eww”.
Then I was thinking that she’d implied that there was no reason to peek in our house anymore. So, I thought: “Uhh…are you saying that my in-laws are better to look at than I am?”
And then I started shopping for heavier drapes…
