Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Meet the neighbors


This is Hartwell. He's a particular favorite of mine. We share a deep and abiding love of cookies. Plus, he's one of the few kids who doesn't like my dogs, which means he likes me for myself. As you can see, he's all grown up now, but even when he was a mere slip of a lad of two or three, he always knew my name.

"Hi Karin!" he calls, full of good cheer, as I walk by.

I used to ask if he wanted to pet one of the mutts, just because that's usually why I'm popular with the young, athletic set. I no longer ask, so we get along just fine.

(I've got a new column up at Patch Altadena. You've never heard me talk about gardening before, have you? Come by and pet my plants.)

34 comments:

  1. A shared love of cookies is a powerful bond. {I think I read that in a fortune cookie once...}

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  2. Cherub alert!!! That is one GREAT kid picture. Sometimes I still puzzle over what happens to them (us) by age 20 or 25.

    At our Guy Breakfast Saturday, there was a pre-teen hockey team at the long table next to us. I hate hockey, but these kids were so well-behaved (five dad-coaches in a nearby booth) and so enjoying each other and the food that it was a downright Norman Rockwell scene.

    I suppose all the trite explanations apply--innocence and hope for the future; untainted by sex, greed, aggression; what we once were (maybe), blah, blah; and of course, brathood and other nasties simply not captured in a particular photo.

    Still . . . can you get a human over 20 to look as benign as your neighbor?

    You did want essay responses this time, didn't you?

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  3. I don't even know your dogs, so it couldn't be that. Thanks for the smile.

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  4. As Mister Earl said, I don't know your dogs, so it couldn't be that...

    But I am jealous that you have a human friend. Even our adult neighbors all know our dogs names. None know my name. I'm just the dog walker...

    Off to read about gardening now!

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  5. It's always a bonus when a kid likes you for yourself....or actually likes you at all....of course I'm talking about me here and for me it doesn't happen very often...I'm flawed.

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  6. What about the cookies? You know he doesn't like you because of the dogs, but it could be the cookies! Test him. Next time he wanders by and says "Hi" with a hungry look on his face, give him an apricot. That will be the test. If he still stops by to visit you know you've got a soul mate for life.

    Good luck.

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  7. Shell, I've always found it so. Particularly of the peanutbutter variety.

    Julie, I think that jacket doubles as a sleepbag. Or a tent.

    Banjo, I'm disappointed when you don't leave an essay.

    Back at you, Earl and Brenda.

    Linda, I actually find that hard to believe.

    DB, ye of little faith.

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  8. That is one cute little one.

    You have this cool Pied Piper thing with children. Raine still talks about you. She said, "I could talk to her like I talk to KIDS. She's not like GROWN UPS."

    (I have an incredibly astute kid.)

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  9. Anyone without a deep, abiding love of cookies is suspect. Hartwell looks like a fine lad.

    And, yes, that tree is on my lawn. I really should write a little about the story of the town street that now resides in the midst of my lawn, shouldn't I?

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  10. Great friendships and alliances have been forged over cookies!

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  11. I've heard you talk bout gardening before. So you've been there & done that! Btw, your vast knowledge of bugs & dirt is such you could even put in some time at the Huntington Gardens.

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  12. My only experience I have with boys of that age is one of constant food consumption.

    How could anyone not love your dogs?!? I'd start giving him doggie biscuits, maybe that'll swing him around to our side. *smirk*

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  13. P.S. Love your articles over at Patch. You truly have a gift.

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  14. My second cousin named his children Franklin and Randolph. When asked, he said he thought kids should have names they'd be proud of if they became president of the United States. Hartwell is an excellent name.

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  15. My youngest nephew was born in Mexico when his parents were living outside Mexico City. As a result he has dual citizenship. His middle name is "Peso" and his birth announcement had the required newborn photo and was labeled, "Hecho en Mexico."

    He's now 15, living back in the U.S. and is reasonably normal. But I'm sure his teachers scratch their heads when they see his name on the class roster for the first time.

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  16. I agree; Hartwell is very patrician. Supreme Court Justice, maybe.

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  17. I only like you for your dogs. Sorry. But I'll still take your cookies.

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  18. What a sweet looking kid. He likes cookies but doesn't like dogs. That's unusual.

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  19. From the looks of that lab coat, I'm gonna say heart or brain surgeon.

    WV: polip. No kidding.

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  20. Looks guilty as all get out! What's he up to?

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  21. Deep in my heart I knew that if I loved you this much, kids did too. Hartwell, Budro, you just keep lovin on Miss Karin. Al and Phoeb will grow on you too.
    V

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  22. Do you and Hartwell sing the Cookie Monster song "C is for Cookie"? Hartwell is indeed an awesome name and he looks like a fun kid. Liked your gardening article over at the Patch. I don't have a garden but I can appreciate your struggles.

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  23. Oops. I'd probably be asking you if I could pet the dogs, too.

    Wonderful photo.

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  24. Having someone love you just for you, that just can't be beat.

    I know I promised you a Hiker cookie but it turned out to be a lot harder than I thought mostly because the cookie I thought up is already out there. I'm still scheming, hang in there...

    wv unkybine

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  25. The kids in my neigbhorhood run up to me when I'm out with Tommy. When I'm alone? Not so much.

    Great that Hartwell likes you for you. He's a really cute kid.

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  26. Ditto that, Banjo...though you didn't mention reminiscence for one's own youth.

    Ain't nuthin' wrong bein' the dog walker, Brenda; sometimes, a preferable identity, indeed.

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  27. Did I overstate my case? He doesn't think I'm THAT great. But I do want to know where he gets his sweatshirts.

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  28. A hiker cookie? Does it involve a snickers bar?

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  29. Jean, any help at all would be appreciated. Snickers bars is something I hadn't even thought about...

    wv foomand

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  30. PS Hartwell is such a SOUTHERN name. Leh me hear about that boy's roots.
    V

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  31. cookie monster or cookie thief? Neither, just a willing participant

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  32. Wouldn't hart-well be a good name for a heart surgeon?

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  33. Great shot of a kid with a mouth full of cookies! I can imagine that you are popular with plants, pets, and kids and that you are not at all "like a grown-up"!

    ...and that would be a good thing!

    Genie

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