Life's Ironies, On the Highway...Straight to YOUR Neighborhood!

So, there it was in all of its splendor-----a truck, a "semi" to be exact---- "Going Green" along Interstate 45.

Driving to my office the other day, I witnessed one of the many available visual ironies

A semi -- hauling-----you guessed it----yet another trailer ("pups" as they are called) with the logo "Go Green!"

Hmmmmmmmmmmm..............

Kind of made me think of several things, besides the obvious irony.

For one, the House Hunters episode (I love that show) that was about a woman in Oregon looking to live in a Green Commune. 

The concept is smaller living areas with the basics and a large main house where communal dinners are shared, and fresh organic vegetables from the communal garden are used.

 Cool concept.  In this country, we have SO much.  America, the land of plenty and---- plenty of  "waste."   

 So, in this "Green Commune," the neighbors mingled and talked with one another.  There were lots of smiles. 

People without kids enjoyed other folks kids.  Older people shared their views and experience with the younger folks. (There are countries on this planet that hold their elders in high esteem)

In this "commune" there was much bike riding, smiling, laughing, and well...communicating.  Neighbors talked to each other.  What a great concept.

Why is that NOT the case these days, in the average suburban subdivision?????

Well, there's a problem.  It usually happens that when you get kind of fired up about talking with your neighbor, making an effort, or at the very least, some eye contact, it seems that they have had a "crappy" as opposed to "happy" day.   And, as they drive up at 5 o'clock their demeanor is not----well, let's say "neighborly."

So, besides getting the wind taken out of your sails, it happens that you almost get run over as they "step on the gas" with the singular objective to escape into their garage and completely disregard your existence.

So, you close your own garage door and, with "tail between your legs," you once again quietly retreat into the loving embrace of your  favorite recliner.   Ahhhh......

What is the Answer?  I don't know.

Maybe keep trying to stay reasonably happy enough to not be part of the problem.

Here's another question.

Why does it take a natural disaster--- like a Hurricane--- to get neighbors to talk to one another---- and lean on one another?

I wish I had the answers.  Alas, I don't. (Just ask my husband)