in other news

I forgot to tell you the neighbors moved.  Insert big sad-faced emoticon here.

It’s sort of great, really.  Who doesn’t want friends with a little farmette?  But, for real?  I miss knocking on the door to borrow a lemon and ending up staying for dinner.  I miss stealing their internet.  I miss early morning coffee on the porch in our pjs.  I miss looking from my kitchen window into theirs.  I miss watching prime time tv with them.  I miss late afternoon drinks, when we’d stand around on the sidewalk with no shoes, watching the baby run around in the yard.

It was months ago they left, but I am still really not used to the idea yet.