A couple of years ago, I walked across the cul de sac to ask a neighbor a question. Her daughter was on the step and I asked "Is your mother home?" Where upon she said "Who are you?" It was then I knew I really blew it. We have lived in one of the original homes built in a small Tonka Bay, MN neighborhood for 22 years and I did not know the name of my neighbor's child. Good grief. Just too busy to sit up and take notice of who was living across from me in the last few years. There in lies the problem.
Since then, I now know Merideth, and her big sister Megan. I am having such a good time paying attention. When one of the girls takes another neighbors dog for a walk, and I happen to see them, my head is out the door with a holler, "Hi, Meredith (or Megan). The whole point of this being present and showing up for one's life.
Last Friday night our neighbors held their annual couples wine and cheese party/dinner. The people who showed up, many of whom are long time residents, have so many historical stories to tell about the "West Point" neighborhood. It is my hope to share some of their stories here...... to be continued.