Tonight, we had Melba and Lyall — our next-door neighbors — over for dinner. They are moving on Friday, and have been living out of take out kitchens for a week as they pack. We figured we’d have ’em over before they escaped the neighborhood for the wilds of Washington, MO.
Nice dinner, nice conversation. They’re 15-20 years older than us, and have been in the neighborhood since its inception in the late 70s. They’re a hoot to be around, and I’m gonna miss them as neighbors.
The funny thing is that in all the years I’ve been out on my own, I don’t think I’ve ever known my neighbors well enough to have them over for dinner. Either I’m growing up, or this neighborhood is really friendly.
I’m betting on the former! 🙂