Neighborliness
While we were having dinner tonight (Italian beef sandwiches from one of the St. Monica’s Circle women — moms group at church), one of our neighbors came by — the mom and her 13-ish-year-old daughter. They live behind our across-the-street neighbors, and we met them when the across-the-street folks hosted an Easter egg hunt. They said they’d heard I was on bedrest, so they came by with a rotisserie chicken and fruit — apples, oranges, strawberries, and cherries. I thought they would have heard our situation from the across the street neighbors, but they said they were at the pool today and heard about it from a neighbor who lives a couple blocks from us who goes to our church and who brought us dinner last week. (She also happens to be the wife of our at-large city councilman.) Isn’t that nice? Nothing that neighborly would have happened in our old neighborhood. In part it may be because when I moved in there and for a number of years I was single and out of the house most of the time — working, MBA program, volunteering. But I just don’t think that neighborhood ever felt quite that neighborly. This is nice.