Walking into a stranger's home. I look around me. How do people live? What furnishings do they own to show their personality and style. Where do they hang their hat after a long day of work? What's cooking on the stove for dinner?
Last night, I went on a walk around our neighborhood selling tickets to a Spring Concert my choir is giving. I had 40 tickets to sell with my neighbor lady, and we managed to get our pile down to a bit less than half. It's a small village...people want to support the causes within our village. And, I had the chance to glimpse into the lives of all the people surrounding me. What hit me first, was the invitation to come sit for coffee from nearly every home. Secondly, at each home, my boys received candy from the candy jar. Third, every home I walked into was clean. Whether the furnishings were antique wood, fresh, modern Ikea, or a hodgepodge between the two, these homes all had their own character, to match the people that live within the walls.
Being the nosy person I am, this was very interesting for me. I love seeing into the lives of other people and creating stories about how they live just from little glimpses into their lives. So, I enjoyed my evening of ticket sales, though I am NO born salesperson!
This morning I walked Jari to soccer camp. My bike broke down on me yesterday and has left me transport-less (that's a word, right) other than the two feet that swing from the end of my body. So, we took a walk, and on the way, I noticed it was glass recycling day. In front of each home, were the recycling containers filled with glass. And I got another intake of information about all my neighbors. What brand pasta sauce do they use? How much wine do they drink? Do they use olive oil or sunflower oil? In which stores do they shop?
As original as each home is, so is the container of glass to be recycled. Each container holds a story, a story of a family, how they live, what they like, who they are.
In my recycling bin today, there was a broken Bob the Builder glass, 2 bottles of coffee milk, 2 jars of different varieties pasta sauce (I buy what's on sale), a sheet of broken glass from a curio cabinet, 5 jars of different sorts of veggies, 1 jar of sweet and sour mix, a jar of mustard, and a jar of chocolate pasta. 2 jars of peanut butter and who knows what else. What does that say about me? About my family? About how we live and who we are? And what conclusions are my neighbors drawing when they take a glimpse into my recycling bin? Or am I just overly curious and nosier than most?