Not
a very long street, just off a major arterial, it is shaped like a
question mark. At the conclusion of the bulge it meanders into another
street. One half of the street backs onto a heavily wooded ravine, a
neighbourhood treasure, though few of the street's residents quite
recognize its value, nor make use of its propinquity. It cleanses the
air everyone breathes, it hosts birds and wildlife and presents a
treasury of wildflowers throughout the seasons. At
one time the street, part of a larger suburban community, shared a
small-town address. It has long since been subsumed into the greater
national capital of the country, through a wide-ranging amalgamation of
communities and even farms. The street and the houses on it were built
two and a half decades ago. The domiciles are comprised mostly of
single-family, detached dwellings, with a handful of semis verging on
the main thoroughfare. Many
of the residents are the original home purchasers. They would comprise
roughly 50% of the residents of the street. The semis appear to have
changed hands far more often than the detached homes. And those homes
that have been re-sold have often enjoyed a succession of owners. The
original home owners who moved into their houses when their children
were small have mostly bid farewell to now-grown children. The
street represents an amalgam of family types, and there is a
significant percentage at this time, of retired people, singly and in
couples who, though their houses are meant for family occupation, still
opt to remain in their too-large, but comfortable and familiar and
valued homes. It is a very quiet street, with little traffic other than
those who live there. The house fronts are diverse, and attractive. Most
residents take care of their homes, seeing them as their primary
investments. Furnaces have been replaced, and air conditioners, and also
windows. Kitchens and bathrooms have been remodelled, and people have
added decks and occasionally airy 'summer houses' to the backs of their
homes. One-third of the homes boast swimming pools, in-ground and
above-ground. Most
people take pride in their properties, and feel they must achieve lawns
that are weedless and smoothly green. Some painstakingly remove weeds
by hand in the spring, others hire lawn-care companies to spread
chemicals on their lawns. Invariably, the people who look after their
own gardens and lawns have superior gardens and lawns. Each house has a
large tree planted in front; maples, ash,crabapples, spruce or pine,
fully mature. This
is a community that is truly mixed, representing people from around the
world, come to Canada as immigrants, settled and making the most of
opportunities open to all its citizens in a free and open society noted
for its pluralism and dedication to fair representation. There are the
extroverts and the introverts, those who prefer not to mingle, others
who do. They are herewith loosely sketched:This is the Seventeenth part of the anatomy of The Street.Few
people spoke to them. For years, in fact, after they took possession
of their new house. Simply put, they lived within, seldom to be seen
without. Slipping from house directly to garage. To drive to work,
then reverse the process. Three; husband, wife, son. Her son, from a
previous, unfortunate marriage. An abusive man she was finally glad to
see the last of. While her son was yet young, she met the man who would
become his step-father at their mutual place of employment.
It
always distressed her that her son and her husband, from the time he was
eight, and she married her new husband, disliked one another. It was a
first-time marriage for him. They had no children together. Only her
son, who had a rebellious, sometimes selfish streak that she feared he
had inherited from his father. She had the feeling her son disdained
his step-father, as a second-generation Pole; his own father, like her,
was old-stock Anglo.
By the time he was twelve, he was nudging 6
feet. A burly, muscular boy. She had to constantly remind him to be
aware of his strength. In face-offs with other boys at school he
sometimes forgot. Which was generally when school authorities would
contact her. Sometimes week-long suspensions would result. Not always
his fault, she knew. He did not, necessarily, go looking for trouble.
Others would provoke him, taunt him about his size and clumsiness,
exhaust his already-sparse patience.
Basically, he was a good
boy. He respected his mother, even while he disparaged - quietly most
often, to himself - his step-father. They simply irritated one another.
The step-father did not ever assert his adult authority over the boy,
wisely leaving that to his wife. Knowing if he attempted to exercise
authority he would be ignored, in any event. Even when the boy once set
the kitchen afire - fortunately discovered early and damage kept to a
minimum - in their old home, he did his best to remain mutely in the
background.
Which doubtless infuriated the boy all the more. His
mother finally sought professional counselling for her son, and that
helped straighten him out. By the time they moved into their new home
he was in high school. He was a fair enough student, although he saw
little value to himself personally in the formal education system. Both
his parents worked for Oracle, a large U.S.-based business-application
software group.
The husband was estranged from his remaining
parent, his father, as were his siblings, all of whom detested the man.
He had been a sternly controlling tyrant when they were young. They
had feared him, and resented his manner with their mother, since
deceased, who cowered under him. She saw to it, however, that his father
became an honoured guest in their home. Inviting him over often for
Sunday dinner, finally reconciling father and son, something she was
never able to accomplish between her husband and her son.
Her
mother had been morbidly obese, and had died of a heart attack, while
still relatively young. Her brother had Aspergers syndrome, lived
quietly on his own, unemployable, a beneficiary of their mother's
estate. Her sister, who had a medical condition that she knew might
overtake her at any time nonetheless drove her six-year-old child to an
outing, and blacked out while driving, causing a calamitous crash with
tragic consequences.
One that deprived her of her little girl,
killed instantly; caused spinal and brain damage to herself, which years
of medical intervention and physiotherapy had alleviated. She was,
however, confined to a wheelchair for the most part, and in it, she
became fairly corpulent. She was determined, along with her architect
husband, to have another child, and they attempted adoption, but were
turned down time and again, her condition cited as reasonable grounds
for refusal.
When the wife of our duo decided to take early
retirement along with a tidy retirement package urged on her by her
employer, she began to appear outside her home, enabling neighbours
finally to approach and proffer friendly overtures. And she was
gradually and gratefully drawn into the life of the street. Not in a
manner that she could become active in any way in the neighbourhood,
since she had her family's affliction, and was horribly obese,
completely rotund.
Some of the other women on the street, those
who stayed at home to look after their children, would come over to her
house and sit out on her porch with her, chatting. Awaiting the arrival of their
children back from school. She had initially attracted some of the
women by her penchant for collecting jewellery from eBay, having
succumbed to the lure of the charge she enjoyed when she bid
successfully on items. She never wore any of that jewellery, sold it at
minimal cost to the other women.
She had always liked cats and
eventually adopted two, a delicate black-and-white female first, then a
large orange Maine Coon cat. The little one was permitted to roam
freely, the pedigreed one was allowed out of doors only on a secure
lead, in her presence. Then came a third cat, a common tabby, and it
too was permitted to go about on its own. But she did value them all,
and her patient husband emitted no hint of unease at their presence.
He
began, in fact, increasingly to travel. All over the U.S., sometimes
having to remain for months at a time on special assignments, coming
home intermittently. When he was home he was the perfect husband,
considerate and helpful. He never, ever smoked in the house, only
outside. He would occasionally cook with his wife; they both enjoyed
cooking, finding new recipes, experimenting with different, occasionally
exotic and extravagant ingredients.
And they enjoyed eating out.
Sometimes making such occasions family events, inviting his father,
her brother, and their son. They all shared an enormous appetite for
good food. Actually, for any food. Although she was a consummate cook
and was well aware of what constituted good nutrition, often when he was
away she would order fast food delivered to the house. Telling herself
that it wouldn't hurt to have it once in a while. Even when 'once in a
while' occurred frequently.
As the son matured he had a circle
of friends who, like him, decided not to complete high school, and to
strike out on their own, taking casual jobs. He also had the occasional
girlfriend, acquiring a busy social life, although he and his mother
did not always view his choices favourably. He had established contact
with his father, whom he occasionally visited, and they got on fairly
well together.
The boy had always been computer literate and
adept, and his father encouraged him to take computers apart, put them
together, produce his own combinations and software, as well. He hadn't
the typical geek personality, unlike his step-father. He was
gregarious and emphatically loud. His booming voice matching his huge
physical presence. By the time he was prepared to join the permanent
workforce he considered himself well prepared to present his
casually-acquired technical qualifications.
He did have a
succession of fairly good starter positions. But for one reason or
another, he never stuck with them. He would somehow manage to insult
people, or feel he had been insulted, and feel compelled to leave, or he
would be dismissed. Sometimes clients would complain to his employers
that he was too forceful, too loud, that his manner made them fearful.
Simply perception; it was his way to be loud and emphatic. He found it
difficult to contain himself, to tone down his excesses. His
too-confident, and loud manner offended.
By then he was driving a
sporty late-model car with a special paint job, and his mother had
helped him into a very nice house of his own, packed with electronics,
up-to-date appliances, good quality furniture. Oh, and a kitten. Oh
yes, a live-in partner as well. A very attractive young women, lithe
and blond whom his mother took under her wing, to teach her the basics
of good cuisine, inducting her into the cult of the informed, capable
cook. And housekeeping, that too.
Coming from a materially and
culturally deprived background, once scathingly described as 'poor white
trash', the girl seemed willing enough, and the woman lavished gifts on
her. She wanted her son to have someone with whom he could be happy,
although she wasn't quite convinced he would find happiness with this
young woman. Still, because this was her son's choice, she opened her
arms to the girl. It was something to see them together, the delicate
tall young woman and the horribly obese older woman.
Her weight,
in fact, worried her, even while she did nothing whatever to diminish
it. She suffered from high blood pressure and from depression, and took
medication for both. She worried herself sick about acquiring
diabetes; her doctor had told her she was 'pre-diabetic'. Heart
problems like her mother, another concern. She worried too about her
husband. Merely excessively overweight, but he began experiencing
health problems, became balance-impaired, some inner-ear thing.
They
cut out sugar, used artificial sweeteners. No more white flour, white
bread, rice, pasta, pastries. Too little too late. It was not
necessarily what they ate but the prodigious amounts that they normally
consumed. They simply could not envision themselves subsisting on
'small', portions inadequate to their appetites. So he was also
diagnosed with high blood pressure and high cholesterol levels, and took
medication accordingly, and cheerfully.
Their son's kitten grew
into a cat, one that roamed widely. He was distraught when, one night,
it failed to return home. Eventually he replaced it. When he
discovered that his live-in girlfriend, with whom he had experienced
several partings and reconciliations resulting in tearful reunions, was
having an affair with his best friend, father of a young child, it was
enough. She left, he was disconsolate; she defiant.
Her lover
left his partner and child for her. The affair did not last, however.
His sense of self-preservation kicking in, he refused, though it pained
him, to restore her to his affections and his home. He has since
attempted to replace her, but succeeding candidates, both from good
backgrounds, backed off before matters proceeded to the serious level of
accommodation. His mother is wondering whether she will ever have
grandchildren.
His rash impulses led him to challenge another
motorist to a street race which caused an accident resulting in slight
injury to the other motorist. He was charged with dangerous driving,
attended court, had his license suspended for a year. And honoured that
suspension. Later taking possession of a more powerful vehicle, a
late-model, second-hand BMW which he coddled and took great pride in.
And drove responsibly, not wishing a repeat of his previous stupidity.
His
step-father fears that with the global economic downturn his job may be
imperilled. That has not yet occurred. When he is at home he tends
faithfully to his wife, presenting her with tea in pretty porcelain
cups, driving her to the veterinarian clinic and the pet food stores on
week-ends, with her beloved pets. She still has a pretty face,
regardless of the weight. She is a decent and kind person, exudes
warmth and kindness.
They remain a firm fixture on the street.
The husband has decided he will learn to mow the lawn himself, no longer
hire someone to do it, nor remove the snow from the driveway in winter.
He will, henceforth, do these tasks. Time for belt-tightening; funds
becoming scarcer. Not the other kind of belt-tightening, however.