neighbors and Navajo blankets

My formerly absentee neighbors have started showing up! It turns out they're still moving in, and they're about to get married. That explains why they've been scarce.

I invited them to my house warming, natch, but they'll be out of town, they said. They gave me an orchid*. They seem OK. And it's very nice to know that my earlier suspicions were unfounded.

And at the intersection of Mom news and house news, my sisters sent me yet another Navajo rug blanket that, well, I don't really want. I mean, I'm supposed to want family heirlooms, right? But they're mostly earth toned, and growing up in the '70s in a house full of earth-toned everything gave me an irrational dislike for that color scheme. And even if they weren't in colors I hate, they're Just Not Me. Damn. I have to get those cleaned and sold sooner or later, don't I? They do not bring me joy. Le sigh.

I've just now realized that my address written on the package was the first time I'd seen Evil Sister's fresh handwriting in over ten years. She inherited our father's passion for the hand-written letter, but the last one of those that I got from her was written with a poison pen.

Edited to add: The formerly absentee neighbors, who shall henceforth be known as the East Neighbors, brought their screens in. That's how I knew they'd come back.



*It's not quite as hilarious as Good Sister's gift of orchids right after sex reassignment surgery, but I couldn't help but be reminded of that.