Good Neighbors

Sometimes I think about moving away from the 'Ham.  I really don't know the source of my discontent, but when I travel somewhere else I sometimes fantasize about moving there.  It happened again when I went to Vermont a couple of weeks ago.

I think what I really want is to SIMPLIFY my life.  I need to do less and relax more.  I need to finish the decluttering I started 2 years ago and find a place for everything we own instead of just moving the piles.  I need to say "NO!" and really mean it.  That's my downfall, though.  I can't do it.

So now that I've gone all philosophical on you, what this post was going to be about was what great neighbors we have.  How can I even think about moving and leaving our awesome neighbors behind?  What if our new neighbors let their dogs poop on our lawn?  Or build a shantytown in their back yard for their extended family?  Or play their New Kids on the Block CD repeatedly at full volume?

Today Ben spent several hours raking wet leaves because the town is doing a pick-up tomorrow.  Our neighbor Nancy was raking too, and at some point Bob, the son-in-law of our other neighbor, offered to take a load to the leaf dump so they wouldn't have to bag all of the leaves.  He estimated that the gigantic pile they loaded into his truck was about 100 bags worth.

To thank Bob & Ben, Nancy got dinner from the Chicken Bone and brought it over to our house.  It was GREAT!  We had wings, fries, rice, and I made tomato salad and dessert.  Sherry and I used to hang out at the Chicken Bone in Burlington, Vermont, and it became the scene of many (somewhat blurry) memories...we'll definitely be visiting our new Chicken Bone again.  YUM!
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