It doesn’t take a Mensa member to figure out that we all ended up here in this neighborhood at this time in our lives for a reason and not by accident. I am talking about my neighbors. There are seven of us single women of a certain age who live within three tenths of a mile of each other. Seriously.
Two years ago, the common denominator, asked us all to dinner at her house. There, we found each other mutually fascinating, and vowed we would “be there for each other.” Not that it matters, but if I remember correctly, a few bottles of wine were involved. Since then, we have had monthly dinners, formed a book club, and have gone to movies, shopped together, walked, yoga-ed, and just plain become friends.
It snowed last night. The city shut down. So, today, it was no surprise to me, but certainly a delight, when one rousted several of us to the Y for yoga, and another hosted a Snow Day Movie Fest.
It went like this with a text: “Do you want to go to yoga? I will drive and pick up everyone.” Four of us went and became the only students in the whole class since no one else showed up on this snowy morning.
Another sent out this email: “Come to a Snow Day Movie Fest. I chose several DVDs from the Red Box. Bring snacks, and we will watch some movies. Arrive between 2 and 2:15. Movie starts at 2:30.” All seven of us showed up with blankets, pillows, house slippers, and any snacks we could scrape up from our kitchens. At the end of the first movie, two of us (and I was one) went home for wine, and returned for the second show.
These women are pretty amazing. They are smart, talented, articulate, and beautiful. Among us, we are teachers, an art curator, an actress, a landscaper, and social activists. We are readers, singers, students, and basic all ’round do-ers.
Robert Frost wrote that “good fences make good neighbors.” I don’t know about fences, but I do know that good neighbors make pretty special friends.