Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Our buddy, Arden

We have this neighbor who I can't help but write about. Arden. Arden lives next door and has many roles in our neighborhood: policeman, watchdog, parking director, garbage can overseer, and general know it all about everyone and everything. Arden is probably in his 40s and one of the nicest, most helpful people I know.

* Tonight, Arden rang my doorbell to tell me that our garage light was on. He also added that I was wasting energy and that I would never find him with his garage light on.

* He often rings our doorbell at night to tell us if we accidentally left the dome light on in one of the cars. Very, very helpful.

* He always asks about guests we have or where Nate is if he notices his car gone at unusual times.

* He takes our trash out when we are on vacation without us even asking him. Last week, he scolded me for leaving our big recycling bin in the garage where he couldn't get to it while we were away.

* Arden scolds Nate for not watering our lawn three times a day.

* When we have our small group over or any large number of people, Arden does one of two things: 1) He puts his trashcans out in the street in front of his house so no one can park there or 2) He stands in the street in front of his house so no one can park there. Quite humorous:)

* Another trashcan issue. Arden leaves his trash cans/recycling cans out as long as he can during the week so that no one will park in front of his house. Unfortunately for Arden, we have a neighbor across the street who is a trash hauler and yells at Arden often to put his cans away.

* When we moved into our house, Arden was one of the first people in our house as friends from church were helping to move furniture and boxes in. He toured the house before we even knew his name.


I've decided that I really love and appreciate Arden. At least I know who is always ringing my doorbell at 10:30 at night!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I don't have an Arden but I do have a Pakistani woman. I am ashamed to say that I can not understand her name. When we moved in our house I was very pregnant with Seth. She often came over if I was outside with Shelby to instruct me on my diet. She always said that I needed to be eating more apples. Once towards the end of the pregnancy so came over to tell me that my t-shirt was too constricting and that is was dangerous for the baby. I told her that I was carrying a line backer and that with 5 weeks left until my due date I didn't own anything that was loose. She smiled either disapprovingly or not understanding.
I think you are blessed to have someone watching out for you. Even if it's too much.