Just a Mundane, Wonderful Day

Not a whole lot to say, but today was an exceptionally nice day.  The Brit was off work today, so once I got off work, we met for sushi and wound up sitting right next to a friend I went to college with and his mother.  Dave directed "Steele Magnolias" when I did it with the Alumni Association and that was one of the two best times I have ever had on stage.  I was blessed enough to be cast with five other women that I had known for years, thus putting the friendships that needed to be portrayed on stage, already firmly in place.  We laughed, we cried, we cut up a lot during rehearsals, sometimes to the point that Dave would just throw his hands up in the air and walk out of the theater laughing.  It was good to catch up with him today and reminisce about old times.

After lunch, the Brit and I decided to go refrigerator shopping, which turned into a "maybe we just finally need to have the kitchen remodeled."  The people we bought the house from five years ago, put new cupboards, counters and a new floor in the kitchen...and for some reason chose to build it like a galley.  The room itself is a good sized room, but the working kitchen is all built into one corner.  So, we stopped in to speak to some folks about it tonight and they'll be coming to do measurements next week and then work us up some possibilities and the dreaded estimates.  We love this house, but the we nearly didn't buy it because of the kitchen.  It will be nice to see about finally getting it together and fixing its issues.

After getting home early this evening, I grabbed the ipod and headed for a walk around the park.  About halfway around, my neighbor from up the road, pulled up beside me, asking if I would call her the next time I decided to go walking.  She and I are just getting to know each other.  She has been going through a rough patch, and I've been an ear she can bend.  We've discussed relationships, God and health and I like her more and more each time I speak to her.

We are very blessed to live in a neighborhood full of good people who look out for each other, exchange baked goods at Christmas and chat back and forth on warm spring or summer evening.  The day we moved in five years ago, we met our neighbor across the street  because she showed up on our porch with a plate of brownies.  We were convinced we were in Mayberry.  It just reminds me of summer evening in California in the seventies where my parents would sit on the front porch with their next door neighbors, while the kids would all play together.  It's comforting to know that sometimes, you are fortunate enough to find a little piece of yesterday still intact thirty years later.  There aren't too many things we can say that about anymore.