Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.

I’m the neighborhood Mrs. Kravitz


There’s an older widow living across the street. I swear her adult kids must think I’m the nosiest person around. Seems like any time one or another of them pulls in to check on their mom I’m out front.

Walking my dog in her ditch. Letting Katie sniff her mailbox. Wandering in my own yard or down my driveway.

What’s going on over there?

Yep. Always out there.

Other neighbors might think the same. For example I know that the newish neighbors next door got a sofa, loveseat and big plush chair delivered a couple days ago around 7 a.m. I was walking my dog across their lawn when the truck backed into their driveway. Katie insisted on watching the guys unload the truck.

The new furniture is beige.

What are YOU doing?

The people that live three houses away haven’t been there for a very long time. The adult son is still living there, and I wonder where his folks went. He and I wave as I’m walking the dog early mornings and he’s headed to work.

Got to keep an eye on everything around here.

Next door to him is a house that just sold. I saw a steady stream of cars head down their driveway the weekend it was put on the market. I figured it would sell fast; it’s on a lake and there’s no real estate inventory around here. About 5 days later I watched as a young man in a black jeep drove slowing past me as I was walking the dog, then back up and head down the driveway. An appraiser or maybe a home inspector. The house must have sold.

Bet they got full price, or more.

If you want to keep track of things you need to sit way up high.

I knew the people on the other side of me were back from an extended trip when I saw, as I was walking the dog, the husband put the garbage out. That’s how I know when they’re home or when they’re traveling, by the garbage cans waiting to be sniffed by a little sheltie-girl.

I watch another neighbor pull out each morning, towing his work trailer behind him. He doesn’t work every day, but I’m usually walking the road with a short fuzzy furball when he does. We wave.

So I’m thinking, when Katie crosses the bridge I’m not going to know anything about what’s happening in the neighborhood! No more sitting in the front yard watching everybody’s comings and goings. No more wandering slowly up to the third driveway and turning around to sniff our way home multiple times a day.

Always note what’s above too.

No more sticking our heads in places they don’t belong. Mrs. Kravitz will fade away.

Apologies to those of you too young to know who she is. You can google her.

All this watching people is exhausting.

Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

20 thoughts on “I’m the neighborhood Mrs. Kravitz

  1. I know Mrs. Kravitz. As I was planting two new baby shrubs this morning I was thinking what a great view of my butt my neighbors have been getting. What an introduction, yeah?

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    • Well, at least you’re beatifying their view by planting stuff! And since you’ll have to be out there tending to them, especially watering, you’ll get to watch the street and see what’s up in your new neighborhood!

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  2. lol, yep dogs get you out into the neighborhood, and everyone’s business…. I think Fiyero is the nosiest animal on the planet and has to know what everyone is doing…

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  3. Dawn–we are so alike. A few years ago, there was a problem with the house next door. Neighbor across the street has a long drive and couldn’t see what was going on. She would text me for details and I reported back. My code name was Gladys. Cracked up both of us.

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  4. We can call you Nosey Nelly but Gladys K works too –

    And your weren’t just walking the dog, you were escorting ROYALTY through her kingdom –

    WE send H&K&,
    Willow & Phyll

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  5. I named my first GPS Gladys!

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  6. Don’t even THINK about the Princess crossing the Bridge!! Yes, I know none of us gets out of here alive, but still… And your post makes me giggle because Monkey is just as curious (nosy!!) as Katie. His favorite day is Thursday, when the trash cans are out, and I swear he seems to know which ones would provide the tastiest (nastiest!) treats. Who needs Neighborhood Watch when we have dog-walkers?!?

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  7. Too funny! My mom calls my dad “the mayor”, because he knows EVERYTHING going on on their street from his frequent walks. Maybe we should start calling him Gladys.😂

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  8. A thoroughly enjoyable read!


  9. Oh gosh, I love reading the comments! Thanks everyone. And I loved this blog post, Dawn, until I got to the end where you talk about that “bridge” and then I shed a tear. I own a home in a “senior” community. My home is at the end of a cul-de-sac where each of 4 homes is owned by a single woman. We watch out for each other! We know the cars of each other’s families and friends. We know when someone has scheduled a plumber or an electrician, because we tell each other when we schedule that for our own safety and for everyone’s safety. We pay attention if someone hasn’t put their garbage can out, and we ask if we can help. You know me, I’m still active and healthy and camping with my truck and trailer, and another neighbor here can’t hardly stay home either, but … we watch out for each other and, equally important, we like that. Lots of people in this community walk, a lot, every day, with or without a dog. I’d bet dollars to donuts that your neighbors appreciate you, they like that you are the local Mrs. Kravitz and would miss seeing you. So yes, the “bridge” is coming, but you can still keep on walking and keep on being appreciated and loved. Oh, and too, don’t forget to carry that camera with you. 🙂 You’re the best.


    • I love the comments too! Your cul-de-sac is kind of what some of my college friends talk about in an abstract sense….having a place where we all have our own small homes but are next to each other so that we can take care of each other as we get older.

      I sort of do that here with the lady across the street. I worry if her garbage isn’t out on Tuesday mornings. I worry if her garage door doesn’t go up each day. I worry if she hasn’t opened her blinds. I make her soup. She worries about us all the time, but that’s because she can’t see so good and forgets a lot and sometimes thinks she hasn’t seen us in weeks. 🙂

      Yes I can continue to walk, but it’s because I have Katie that so many people stop me to talk, as I stop them when they’re out walking their dogs. A few of them have promised me I can borrow their dog when I don’t have one and need a dog fix.

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  10. I loved Gladys! You just keep on walking Katie girl and gathering info! Beige…seems so plain for new furniture:)


  11. I patrol the road with a golf cart. Been known to chase down a trespasser on it. I’m the sheriff around these parts, you need a badge and a golf cart!


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