My next door neighbour installed today a security camera GTA at his house. He had been saying something about it the last time we had a chat. By that I mean I was trying to get my groceries bags out of my trunk, while he and his dog were standing beside me. He volunteered to help me with the bags, but I kindly refused his offer, as I did not wish to see him falling down on the ice on my driveway.
At his age, breaking a leg or an arm is not funny. Thus he stayed next to my open trunk, talking to me as I was back and front from the car to the main door of my house, carrying my bags. I must have done around five trips as I had bought a lot of things for the house, not only food.
While I was a busy bee, he continued telling me about his idea of getting a surveillance system for the house. To be honest, I did not listen to everything he was saying. I was more focused on balancing my weight properly while I was walking on ice, hoping that I would not fall and break all the jars or crush the fragile stuff I had bought.
When I heard him pausing for a second or thought he was waiting for a reply from me, I hummed something, or I simply added “Oh, yeah?” which clearly he took as an invitation to continue his monologue.
He’s a nice old guy, my neighbour. I think he is feeling very lonely since his wife passed away last year. I imagine it’s not easy to lose your life partner and find yourself all alone. You’d need someone to talk to, not to lose your mind. I know he was talking to his dog, but that’s not quite the type of talk I had in mind.
Once in a way, I invite him over to watch a game and have a drink. I know he likes sports and beer. He reminds me a bit of my dad from this point of view. The only difference it is nice to watch a game with him. With dad, I was always annoyed by his comments, as we liked different teams.
Today when I came back home, I saw he was at his door talking with someone who seemed to install something on the door. Suddenly I remembered our conversation. Better said, his monologue.