Monday night we had an awesome visit with our neighbours. The ones across the street, next door, a couple of doors down, and the other side of the subdivision. In case your counting, there were three other couples and a bachelor. We’re planning to have a potluck dinner for the week between Christmas and New Year’s. From the looks of things there is going to be so much food that I should really stop eating now in preparation. Oh it’s gonna be gooood.
I love that we all get along so well. We’ve been friends with our neighbours next door and across for a long time already. We’ve enjoyed lobster feasts together during the last two summers, and get-togethers around the fire are quite common. The neighbours from around the corner are a welcome addition to the group.
What was supposed to be a quick meeting on Monday regarding the potluck dinner turned into 4 hours of visiting and laughter. Apparently, the best way to really get to know your neighbours is to sit around and talk about all of the different sugeries you’ve had, and don’t forget to include the embarassing recuperation stories. Those humiliating tests and scopes are a nice touch, too. I can’t remember how we got on that topic, but it was hilarious. No subject is off limits to us, it seems.