Won't You Be My
My husband spent the day cleaning up summer stuff and planting fall stuff in the back yard. I intended to spend the day walking in the sunshine and cleaning stuff in the house and baking, but all the book-moving and extra-working and parent-birthday-planning and busy-falling has caught up with me and I couldn't rouse myself to any of that. Instead I planted myself in the back-porch swinging chair with a book and a blanket. Lucy usually battles for space with the book, but today she figured out a way to co-exist with it.
We have a party to go too soon and I still feel a bit guilty (not quite the right word) for not going for a walk because we've had some truly crap weather lately and it's beautiful out today.
We have been so unutterably, unbelievably fortunate in our neighbours. When we moved in they had a little girl, and even though Angus wasn't born until a year later they had a ball together. Our second kids were daughters born seven days apart. Our dogs are sisters who come and call on each other.
I think often about what a gift this is. I've often said that if you have terrible neighbours, you should almost just move, because it's a huge impact on your quality of life.
The morning after my 40th birthday party I woke up and couldn't find my shoes anywhere - until later in the day when I realized I'd left them on the front step next door at 4 a.m. The first sunny Saturday of the first Covid lockdown we sat in their backyard to have a glass of wine and went to bed at eight p.m. four bottles later, which was fine because it was too cold to stay outside by then.
Happy Saturday. I promise not to drive home drunk.
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I am so glad you lucked out with your neighbors. It really makes a huge difference. We have "nice" neighbors but we don't really hang out with them - they're quite a bit older than we are and there hasn't been much mingling.
You REALLY lucked out with your neighbors. When we first moved into our house, 20 years ago, we had several sets of neighbors we really liked. OVer the years they've all moved away, to be replaced by... a bunch of weirdos. I mean they'r not scary or intrusive (so it could be worse) but not people we would want to socialize with. Sigh!
I've said it here before, total and utter neighbor envy. My folks moved around quite a bit when I was small and they always landed amazing neighbors. We have some really lousy neighbors. It never ceases to amaze me how one neighborhood can attract SO many knucklheads.
I have a neighbor story that happened a few years ago and I have yet to blog about it. I'm doing it soon, damn it. I gave this person a piece of my mind, but if people want to judge me for telling someone to go jump? Well, go for it.