My mother took Jake and my nephew to see Stomp so I’m killing time ’til it’s over, sitting in a Starbucks that looks out on 6th Street, across from Heinz Hall.Ã‚Â Love this seat.Ã‚Â Love the cultural district.Ã‚Â
Ã‚Â And I do love Oakmont.Ã‚Â But, I thinkÃ‚Â we def. need to move back to the city after the kids either go to or graduate from college.Ã‚Â
When we lived in the city we were in Shady Side which is not near the cultural district, but has its own advantages.Ã‚Â There’s just so much activity and life in the city that’s different than the burbs.
One big difference is people in the burbs seem to close their curtains more.Ã‚Â
And I know this because I like to look in windows.Ã‚Â Not because I’m hoping to see Susie homemaker or Patrick her husband cooking in the nude.
I’m interested in people’s decorating styles, more than anything.Ã‚Â A friend of mine and I used to walk at night, yakking about life and analyzing everyone’s decor and what it said about them, especially in comparison to the upkeep of their house exteriors.Ã‚Â
We even spent three days trying to find a pumpkin paint color we’d seen in someone’s living room.Ã‚Â We didn’t feel as though we should knock on the door and inquire the brand.Ã‚Â However, if we happened by when the owner was outside, we would have asked.
This is considered nosy to many.Ã‚Â But to a lot of our neighbors, they appreciated people noticing their status quo in case someday something was wrong.Ã‚Â Well, yes, I could have provided such information easily.
Like when the woman on the corner of Kentucky and Blank Street painted her dining room a blazing red after years of bland white, I knew something had gone awry.Ã‚Â Apparently her husband left her for another woman with the children she never could have herself.Ã‚Â Yes, that deserves nice red paint.Ã‚Â And it deserves neighbors who notice.