One of the nice things about where I live is the community within the population of the building. The historic building is nearly it's own city considering the market, businesses, and the adjacent medical care.
On Friday night, at Steven's big birthday bash, his good friend David and I discussed how people choose to engage with their neighbors. Whether it's a wall, a fence, or miles, there's a certain connectedness to the area in which we reside. And with that, is your willingness to say hello and their response. As I looked around the room all the "neighbor" guests were people who took that first step to meet the person they encountered on the elevator or in the mail lobby.
I'm happy to know them and thrilled to have met many of Steven's cool friends. It was a fantastic party with tons of appetizers and never ending libation. It was over too soon! Or was it? Just to add a bit of drama to the evening--which is so appropriate for Steven-- the elevator got stuck! With poor Jeff inside! The party stragglers, me included, Pat had already left to take out the recycling, had to be escorted down the rooftop access stairs to the passenger elevators on the 12th floor. What a funny memory and way to top off a great party!
Quote of the day from Madeleine L'Engle;
"The great thing about getting older is that you don't lose all the other ages you've been."
take care.
Ten Robots in a boat
16 hours ago
oh no! Did the (hardly) capable security guards get him out in a timely manner?
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