It is very nice when a neighbor takes care of their property by keeping their grounds presentable. This helps “protect” property values.

It would be even better if there a version of helpful coalition in case one was infirm or overwhelmed; they could give back later. or maybe one you could trust to give your key to so if you fall or become disabled you don’t get eaten by your pets. They’ll check on you regularly.

Having to rely on a big red button around your neck seems buffoonish.

It’s nice when a neighbor is overall pleasant. Even if we aren’t friends, or enemies, but frenemies, it’s OK to keep to one’s 3D and discuss the street, gardens and weather (not climate!)

Because of my demographic, I live in a neighborhood where most don’t notice me; I’m ordinary. Most is the important word here- some do stand out because of their hue or features.

Once a neighbor told me, “Good fences make great neighbors” when I had little kids who sometimes played loudly. That was her definition of a good neighbor. She liked it when I put my fence up- which I have since done on every other property I’ve lived.

I do try! to be one- but no, I’m not always perfect. My trees have been problematic at times…

I wish my neighbors were a little less fearful of differences. As it turns out I live in a very politically polarized area – and see all kinds of unhealthy symbolism touted on walkways, lawns and in windows.

While some are subtle, most aren’t- like nooses and inflammatory placards. Instead decorate and make the place like attractive eye candy. Everyone’s need a rest.

This creates an atmosphere ripe for acting out- especially if one “doesn’t belong” to that particular Nextdoor.com tribe or Neighborhood Watch.

What makes a ‘good neighbor’ the most, is me being neutral compassionate witness. We create our lives with our thoughts and words. I avoid taking sides unless I ‘see the whole thing’.

Expecting more than that – such as being “helpful” or passing (second or third hand) judgment, I’m being codependent and fueling others’ pathos.

Dogs stop barking; eventually they go inside. Because my neighbors aren’t wealthy- they keep their meager lives protected by fearsome big black muscular dogs. You’d think I was still living in Germany!

as a result, I’m surrounded by lonely ones that cry and whine off and on all day when their owners leave them while working.

I try to send them Reiki and talk to them cooingly- trying to reassure them their pleas are heard even if their whining goes unanswered.

They aren’t hu(e)-mans who can give themselves hugs.