Who are the people in your neighbourhood? (Laura Murnaghan)
Updated: Nov 1, 2018
Let this be the first installment of my neighbourhood series. I am so very lucky to live in the South Ottawa village of Greely. This is a community like no other. I have so many stories to share, but let me start with one from just the other day. Typical morning at the Murnaghan house, with a few extra twists. Dad is away and I have an early morning meeting. I have successfully managed to feed, clothe and drag my kids onto the school bus. The trail of chaos left behind is especially disastrous this morning. There are dishes left from the night before and the morning breakfast and lunch scramble, pyjamas left in the middle of the living room and a bag of dog food spilled on the kitchen floor. Not a a bed made in the place. Laundry piled. I drop everything put on some lipstick and I am out the door.
As I am driving to my meeting I realize that I left my curling iron plugged in. I weigh the options, I can't turn around, I can't chance that I won't burn the house down, so I do what I always do; call my neighbour.
Now I cannot fully describe the pig sty that is my house, but I had no choice. I texted my neighbour and asked her to go in to my house with a blindfold on, to please unplug my curling iron. If she actually did have a blindfold on she would have tripped on the ten outfits I had tried on and thrown on my bedroom floor, before I picked my typical go-to dress. I was mortified. I chose peace of mind in exchange for mortification.
Not only did my lovely next door neighbour save my house from potentially burning down, she cleaned my kitchen and made the beds. She also texted me to ask if I would like her to take something out of the freezer for dinner. What!?! No, like seriously what? Unless we were having freezer burned peas and ice-cream for dinner!
I could not stay afloat with out my neighbours. They are my lifeline. These are the people in my neighbourhood and I could not be more grateful.