My frenemy is like Maria von Trapp, and he makes me feel like the Baroness.
People on this block use our Google group to make angry remarks: "The town is removing another tree! Soon you won't be able to call us Maplewood!" "Someone deposited personal garbage items in *my* private garbage can. Was this you? Photo attached."
But my frenemy writes only to invite people to parties, or to say: "I found a wounded bird in my yard. I want to care for the bird appropriately. Can anyone point me in the right direction?"
And my frenemy is very excited about local library renovations--and not at all furious that the renovations project seems to require two-to-three years of planning. My frenemy loves literacy! He does not suspect--as I do--that the building project really requires one or two months, and that workers all over town, funded with tax dollars, are just sitting on their collective ass.
Finally, my frenemy accepts playdate invites in a prompt, decisive way. He does not put of replying; he does not send a verbal shrug. ("We'll try to make it.")
Well, these are just observations. I'm doing fine. I'm really doing fine.
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