Arden and I had to go to the dairy this evening. Our dairy is a couple of towns over in Dracut, MA. I am intrigued by this town. It's small town farm country just steps away from the congested city in which we live.
For some reason, I think the homes we wind by are happy homes. There is nothing spectacular about most of them. The simple cape with the meticulous garden out front ... the ranch with the carport and the funny looking lawn jockey...the house that flies the NE Patriots flag and hosts game day for the neighborhood.
Deeper into Dracut though, the farms are being taken over by McMansion-ville. Giant, cheaply made, soul-less houses. We know. We looked at one about a year ago. Yep, it was all shiny and new, but I think I could have put a finger through the dry wall. But these...these are the houses of the Joneses, aren't they? We live in a world where the happy little capes just aren't enough. We must have bigger, we must have better than our friends and colleagues. We compare our houses and cars and lives to the ones our high school friends have ... thank you, Facebook, for making that possible. High school competition revisited in adulthood.
Echo Lake Productions captures the world in which we live in brilliant fashion with The Joneses. We stumbled across this movie on On Demand recently, and it is worth the watch. It is insightful and, frankly, frighteningly accurate.
www.imdb.com/title/tt1285309/
Maybe one of these days we'll buy one of these happy little homes...well...happy little farms in Dracut, and the cow grazing next to the road will be ours.
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