Happy Easter

We live in a condo in northern Virginia after living on Capitol Hill for thirteen years. As with anywhere else, you really don’t get to pick your neighbors. For the most part we have been lucky - like when we lived in the Midwest. But we have also suffered from having really awful people who lived in our building in DC. They lived above us and didn’t care how many times they flooded our house, leaving the water running in their bathtub and the kitchen sink too many times to count. Who ever heard of such a thing! But our son and his family lived right down the street from us - until they moved to central Virginia. We at least got to enjoy seeing our grandson grow to middle school age. One of our current neighbors who lives right next door always leaves chocolate and candy for the holidays. And last week we found a small bag with a bunny drawn on it - along with a cotton ball tail - on our door. Inside were several Easter eggs and a peanut butter cup shaped like an Easter egg. It’s always such a thoughtful thing to do and we appreciate the gesture. So, Happy Easter! Time to eat some chocolate and be thankful for having good neigbbors!

Happy Easter

Aside from the usual marketing and personal experiences and memories, we are reminded of the holidays by our neighbor. Without fail, we find a little token of the holidays by our door. So for Easter it was no exception. The other day when we came home from a morning walk there was a little brown bag by the door. Inside was a Whitman Sampler box of chocolates and some Easter “hay” with jellybeans and foil wrapped chocolate eggs. We still rarely see our neighbors since we moved to northern Virginia three years ago for obvious reasons. Having not been from this neighborhood it’s not easy to get acquainted easily. A lot of that has to do with me. I prefer the company of my husband to anyone else. So between now and then we will always appreciate the kindness of our neighbor. And it’s a great feeling.