My neighbors, (not construction neighbors...not yappy dog neighbors...college aged kids but sometimes have parties of their own and play great music neighbors:), are having a small party. All night, Ive been listening to their music, and wishing I knew them better. Neil Diamond, Jim Croce, The Beatles, England Dan and John Ford Coley...bringing me right back to my early childhood. Right next door for five years...MAC told me they came over and introduced themselves to him when we first moved here...he was outside with power tools...thats usually how it works...and he tells me their names are Art and Cindy. Art came by another day when I was outside, but to be honest, if Cindy fell in front of me in the supermarket, I could trip on her and STILL not know who she was. And one day, I must have been in the bathroom when the boys schoolbus pulled up, and due to township ordinances, they are not supposed to beep. They were out there a few minutes, and my doorbell rang. A blonde woman from next door was at the door to tell me the bus was waiting. So I tell her Thanks so much...Cindy, right? No...Im Sandy:) Numbnuts got the name wrong. Close, but wrong. So I saw her another day, and apologized for relying on my husbands poor memory to obtain information like the next door neighbors name, and she told me we should come over one night, when we hear life out by the pool. I told her I would pick up a bottle of wine and take her up on it. And then, she said the most beautiful words I ever heard... Dont worry about wine...we own a liquor distribution business. I swear...I almost choked on my own tongue.
Posted on: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 03:08:25 +0000
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