A Jar of Pickles

  Hope had a wonderful Thanksgiving.  We ate till we were stuffed and then went to the movies to see Jack & Jill.  It is a very funny movie.

Today we are all meeting over at my son Wayne's home for a second Thanksgiving.  His family had Thanksgiving with his wife's parents yesterday.

Anyway all this going back and forth and telling the neighbors to have a great day made me wonder how do you meet your neighbors.  Do you know them?

A jar of pickles is all it takes to meet a neighbor.  As you get older, your hands are not as strong as they used to be and it never fails, you are dying for a pickle and you can't get the dang jar to open.

I hadn't lived long in my town house when this problem came up.  I remember seeing one of the neighbors had an older son living with her.  I took my pickle jar over to the neighbors and rang the door bell.

"Hi, I'm Juanita and I live next door."

"It's nice to meet you.  My name is Deborah."  Now she is giving me a quizzical look.  She looks at the jar of pickles and looks at me.

Thinking back I realize it may have seen strange for your neighbor to arrive at your door with a jar of pickles.

"I was wondering if your son could open this jar of pickles for me?"

Deborah grinned and reached out for the pickles.  In a few minutes she had the jar of pickles opened and handed it back to me.

"Wow, thanks, you are one strong woman."

"No, I'm sure you had already loosen it a little."

I took my jar of pickles home and had my snack.  Now we visit with each other and talk like crazy.

I have new neighbors on the other side.  I may need to have a jar of pickles opened.  What do you use to break the ice to meet your neighbors?

Today's blog will be short.  I need to get ready for my second Thanksgiving.  Hope you found lots of great buys today.  I didn't share in it.  I sleep late, real late. 

See you around the block.