Shame...On...Me!

I am a terrible, awful person. 

As you know we moved recently, but what I failed to mention is we are now residing in a gated country club community.  Not for the amenities, mind you, but for the foliage.  Our backyard looks like Jurassic Park, minus the Raptors.

By nature neither Husband and I are joiners, so attending the new members cocktail party was out.  And we barely have time for the friends we love, so looking to make new ones is not a priority. 

However, the other day there was a message on the answering machine from a woman I know, an acquaintance.  This is exactly what I feared, people I barely know, calling to make a date merely because we now reside within their hallowed walls. 

I asked my friend at dinner what she thought.  "Give an excuse she said."  I am awful at excuses.  I obsess over hurting any one's feelings.  Oh lordy, why do people like us so much?  Really, we are not that interesting.  But, I am nothing if not obedient, so I returned her call.  As luck would have it she was not home.  I left a message...the ball's in her court now.

I rehearsed in my head what I would say when she asked us to dinner, or to join her book club.  And then I thought, maybe she won't call back.  She did, this morning.  "I want to welcome you and drop some bake goods off to you."  What?  "I know how it is when you move and I'm a baker and thought you'd enjoy some sweets," she continued.  I am a horrible, awful person.

She dropped her homemade chocolate dipped macaroons off this morning, with a lovely plate as a gift.  I thanked her profusely and she looked at me and said, "You were always so nice to me when you worked at Anthropologie, every time I came in."

I  haven't worked at Anthropologie in seven years.  How nice she remembered, apparently I need to remember too.

From Blog: Daily Dose of NOOR