Until recently, I've been pretty much housebound.
I watched a new neighbor move in a corner house nearby, and I seethed with envy as she planted a luscious garden, edged with nice stones, palm trees a bit too pricey for me, and I admit it--it got me in a funk.
I waved hello occasionally, but when she didn't wave back, I stopped waving.
And yep, I thought, what an itch.
Much to my surprise, circumstances of a blighted house brought us together in a group situation, and it turns out...nod.
I've known her since grade school.
She's helping me with some landscaping tips, and smiling wider, if I can ever get outta here (my house--not Pip) I have an old yearbook and a bottle of merlot, sure to provide much more laughs as I sit on her deck and ruin the scenery.
I once said that the longer you live, the more "goodbyes" you will need to acknowledge.
How lovely it is, today, to say "Hello, again, hello".
Anyone else have an "old friend" reunion story?