I had noticed the behavior of the lady across the street.  Sometimes something seemed a bit bazaar.  But I never bothered to befriend her  So it was with some surprise that I greeted her when she came to my house.  Nice day in June – green grass, flowers blooming, patio clean so I invited her to sit with me at the patio table.

She  was greatly disturbed at the police. I tried to talk her down, to calm the situation. But she continued to complain not only about those in our present town but also about those in different towns in which she had lived.

Since I would not join in her criticism, she got angry and shouted at me, “Just you wait, in the morning your lawn will be covered with …..with ….tea pots.” With that she left me.

Sort of sad, but also sort of endearing that the worse she could wish upon me was a lawn full of tea pots!


This is another “neighbor” story in which I rue my lack of neighborliness.  Another wish for a “do over” and see if I could get it right next time.  After many tragedies, we hear neighbors say that they were completely unaware of what had been going on, from children being imprisoned to arsenals of weapons in garages. Surprising how many want to solve national or international problems who care not a whit about the problems of those next door.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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8 Responses to THE TEAPOT CURSE

  1. Faye says:

    What truth you have expressed in this post. A bit of a self-reflection focus on me to look and listen more to any encounters with my neighbours……whoever they may be. Thank you for the sharing.

  2. calmkate says:

    Well said Oneta, we need to treat all well, listen and respond appropriately, but does sound like her problems needed medication…. but if we listen and care for each, help the local poor our world would be a better place!

    So many think those overseas deserve more,
    and forget those living right next door!

    • oneta hayes says:

      😀 Helping those next door requires deep personal involvement. We don’t like to invest time when a few bucks will ease the conscience.

      • calmkate says:

        know two expats who treated the Indian beggars very differently, one gave a generous monetary donation every time she walked past … the other smiled and chatted as she didn’t have money to spare … guess which one the beggars had more love and respect for despite their great neediness … 🙂
        Our time and kindness is worth far more than a lottery win 🙂

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