The Neighbors Like Us

The title of the blog is "The Neighbors Think We're Normal," but as it happens we're pretty friendly with some of our neighbors, and they know a fair amount about us.

And they like us anyway.

Case in point--we have one hospitable family in the neighborhood that hosts a nearly-weekly hot dog roast (weather permitting--it doesn't happen in the dead of winter.)  Several families come and bring hot dogs and burgers and side dishes and desserts and we have a lot of fun hanging out and enjoying each other's company.

Adored Wife, as I believe I've told you, can't comfortably sit down for any length of time--after about fifteen minutes her spine and neck really start to hurt and she has to go lie down.  (Getting up and moving around before she hits the limit can extend the time, which is why we tend to eat in buffet restaurants on the rare occasions we do go out.) She can stand for substantially longer than that, especially if she has something she can lean on.

So at the hot dog roast you have all these people sitting in chairs around the firepit roasting weenies.  But the neighbors have brought out a couple of storage bins (selected to make them a comfortable height) so AW has a place she can stand and lean, and also a surface on which she can put her plate and her drink.  Nobody ELSE at the get-together gets their own private table--we have to use our laps.  And my wife can last a lot longer with that arrangement than if she had to sit down or stand unsupported.

And I'm very appreciative of our neighbors for taking some pains to make sure she can enjoy herself.  And enjoy herself she does.

Thanks for reading, friends.  Hope all's well out there, and God bless.