...that was put in our mailbox by mistake. I know, that happens all the time, but I had torn the protective cover off before I realized it was not addressed to me, but to my neighbor! Yikes! I had to go confess that I had opened it by mistake! So, I walked to her house to deliver the Good Housekeeping that wasn't mine. She greeted me warmly and invited me in. I am the one who has lived in this neighborhood for 6 years and felt like all I did was drive in and out of my garage - and had no time to pause and visit anyone I saw outside.
But, that wayward magazine helped me get to know one of my neighbors! We had a very nice, almost old-fashioned, visit in her lovely home. That weekend was also our neighborhood's semi-annual garage sale weekend, and I had reluctantly committed to participating. We were each up early, calling to the others across the street, with little visits grabbed throughout the day, when the crowds were thinner. The first day, my neighbor across the street bought Starbucks coffee and donuts for all...and that got me in the spirit so I bought us all Pink Ribbon Bagels from Panera the next morning.
