I bet you thought I forgot to give you the update on that brunch I hosted for our neighborhood women to get to know each other better. You will recall that I had littered the neighborhood with flyers inviting the women to come and that I was suspecting that no one would (although Anna had said that she would have . . .)
Anyway, I
· baked two kinds of muffins check
· made apples and dip check
· brewed coffee check
· had two ‘exotic’ kinds of fruit juice check
· got out the ‘good’ dishes check (you guessed it – we don’t have china!)
And, of course, it takes these kinds of endeavors to force me to
· clean my house check!
The day arrived . . . the appointed hour (10:00 a.m.) came . . . and no one rang the doorbell! You know, I wasn’t even disappointed! I had said, “God, I think I need to do this, but YOU will have to bring the women! And if You don’t, then OK, at least I tried.”
I must confess to the world (or to the three people who might read this J) that I felt a stab of relief when no one came! But . . . at 10:20, I was sitting in the living room watching and waiting and I saw Mary Ann, a neighbor in her eighties who lives across the street and down one house, gingerly walk across the street and ring our doorbell. As I opened the door, she handed me a Lubeley’s Bakery Box which contained St. Louis’ famed Gooey Butter Cake and said, “Am I too late for the party?” I said, “Not at all! You ARE the party!!”
I think she felt a little sorry for me that she was the only one there, but I assured her that I would love to visit with her, as we really didn’t know each other. She is a widow – we met her husband, Dan, just months before he died two years ago – and we talked about Dan and her daughters and her autistic granddaughter and about how the neighborhood used to be. Then it was time for her to go.
Was it a waste of time? I don’t think so! Now, I know Mary Ann.
Next time,
Karol
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