Go away

Door mats ain’t what they used to be.

Over the weekend, while out and about, I noticed that the good old “Welcome” has been replaced with such lovely sentiments as “Go away.” I’ve seen a couple of these unwelcome mats. We arrived back at the apartment last night to find our new neighbor across the hall (who must have moved in over the weekend) has a brand spanking new mat which does not equivocate in the least. The message? LEAVE

Nice. Makes me want to march right over and introduce myself. And maybe stay a while.

To be honest, I chuckled when I saw the first “Go away” mat. I’ve certainly felt that way numerous times, especially at home in the Bogs where I can look out the window and see the well-dressed Mormons or Jehovah’s Witnesses coming long before they get to the door.

But, but, but…

What happened to the idea of welcoming people into your home?

Sure, solicitors (of products and souls) can be a pain in the arse, most of them not wanting to take no for an answer. That’s their job, I guess. Especially those soliciting souls. They can be extremely persistent.

It’s the rudeness of the message that bothers me. There’s too much rudeness in the world these days. Common courtesy and good manners are hard to come by some days. If you don’t believe me, try working in the service industry (any service industry) for a couple of days. Please and thank you are few and far between (and much more appreciated when they do get said).

No wonder world peace is so difficult to achieve. We can’t even be nice to each other on a one-on-one basis.

Anyhow …

We had a nice weekend.

The visit with our friends from the Chicago area was all too short, but it was great to see them again. We went to a local pub for some libation and then we took them to a pizza and hoagie joint for hoagies. We first introduced W and G to hoagies when M was in graduate school. My parents had come to visit us (in the Chicago area), bringing hoagies, something you just can’t get outside of the Pennsylvania/New Jersey area. You can get subs, heroes, and grinders, but not a decent hoagie.

G was looking forward to having another hoagie. As far as I know, the last time she had one was back in the 80’s when we shared the bounty that my parents brought for us. That’s a long time between hoagies.

That was pretty much it for the visit. They had to make their way to Allentown for a graduation and we had to make our way to Lancaster County to visit with M’s family for the weekend. It’s always best to get out of town before rush hour, especially on a Friday.

(Marietta Day. Photo by Robin. May 2007)

On Saturday we went to Marietta Day. Marietta is a small, Susquehanna River town in Pennsylvania. Marietta Day is basically a big yard sale/flea market type of event. The main street is closed and people set up tables and display their wares. There was a band playing near the town square and plenty of food vendors. In the early years of this event, I’m told, there were lots of good antiques to be found. That’s no longer the case. All the older folks have already sold off their antiques or given them away to their children and grandchildren.

(More Marietta Day. Photos by Robin. 2007)

As you can see, it’s a pretty well attended event.

We went to Marietta Day with M’s sister, brother, and his brother’s girlfriend. M’s brother and SO brought this little guy with them:

I’m not much of a dog person, but after meeting this guy, I think I could be. Look at that face. Isn’t he adorable?

We spent about four hours walking around Marietta. It was a gorgeous day for it, bright, sunny, and without a cloud in the sky. Then we spent the rest of the day getting caught up with M’s family.

Sunday was a relatively quiet day. M helped his sister with a few chores that require a bit of muscle, we did a little shopping at the outlet mall, and then it was time to head home.

Family. That’s what I’m going to miss most when we move back to the Bogs.