Meeting the Neighbors

So another small positive about the destruction of my back yard is a mutual topic to bitch about amonst the neighbors. Now, don't get me wrong... I'm a far cry from best buds with any of em, but we have gotten to talk in small spurts about this and that. We've even learned each other's names... though I've long forgotten them by now. I'm fairly sure they don't remember mine, either. During one of our first talks, I almost thought I was about to be invited to a birthday party, but the convo got sidetracked, and the subject kind of died away. I'm not horribly disappointed, but I know that they're willing to be friendly... we share a wave and smile whenever we see each other.

I've never been the type to make friends quickly, anyway... in the past, I've typically waved and smiled for months (sometimes years) before every really gettin to know folks. So if I actually stick around this place long enough, I may very well make some new friends. The folks I share the duplex with are a young family, and I don't have so much in common with them... but the set of folks in the duplex to the other side of me are both couples around my age. Though, so far, I've mostly talked to the men... the women tend to give me that "stay away from my man" stare. Though, that seems to have eased a little bit since I talked to them, too. The only glitch is that they smoke... so if I do get to know them, I get to renew the old avoid-the-smoke-while-trying-to-not-look-like-a-holier-than-thou-asshole shuffle.