Delivering the Picture
We drove to Union City today (about 9 miles, give or take a little) and stopped at the house where I'd taken the summer photo, before the car drove through the house.
There are repairs being made to the house. There is a porch area closed in with plywood and the living room is sealed off from the cold. There is a strong smell of new wood and from the front the house doesn't seem lived in.
I was sure no one was home, but my husband knocked any way. Just as I was ready to turn away, a young man came from the back of the house. I think we took him away from his meal. He didn't seem especially happy about the picture, but he did seem a little pleased to accept it. He said the flowers weren't his. He didn't respond conversationally. He was probably wanting to get back to his meal. We wonder if he's a renter and thus the flowers aren't theirs, or if that part of the fence is on the neighbor's side and and they had planted the hollyhocks.
He accepted the picture and said he liked it, but he really didn't talk much. I got the impression that he didn't really care, one way or the other. I wonder if he was part of the family who lives there. I was disappointed in the response, but my husband says we did the right thing. I just know, if I had been in that situation, I would be tickled to get a before picture from someone who liked the flowers enough to take the picture. I did what I thought might be appreciated. Perhaps the rest of the family will appreciate it more than the young man. Whatever. It was fun for me to do it.
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