In our little village
When worlds collide – we started off with some friends who came by and then another, and then our neighbor was having a party and we went there to have food and then another set of friends dropped by on their way to a another party. My M.I.L. said, “What an evening!”
But this is typical of our little village here where everyone knows everyone and hanging out on the front porch and chatting about Obama to Reagan to pancake recipes is the norm.
Yes, you could live somewhere else – you could be in San Francisco right now and possibly going to see some fab play at the Berkley Rep or you could be in New York and having many a cocktail at the Soho Grand and celebrity sighting – but you know, you are right here at the epicenter of all that matters when you sit on this front porch and look at this bayou and contemplate the gaggle of ducks that have appeared on the other side of the bayou (we have lots of ducks but these are new ducks) and someone even put in a ramp for them (very organized) and everyone is a friend or a neighbor and NO ONE is a stranger and all topics are on the table. Hey, the food is good too.
Tonight, in our little village people are celebrating life in the way we know how – with other people.
June 20th, 2009 at 11:21 pm
the ducks are to feed snappy. the woman who lives in the just renovated house wants to populate the bayou w them.
June 21st, 2009 at 5:50 pm
hmm, not sure that is a bright idea – thankfully there is Snappy. Do we look like Disney?