We went by the Giant Penny (lowest end grocery store) to pick up our dog food-- 40 lbs of chicken necks. I was thrilled to discover this week that one of our school's top students works there. I touched base with her and with all the meat department guys tonight.
This is what I want: a life that takes place in one geographical location, where I work and shop and live and eat with the same people in an organic, community kind of way (I'm not sure "organic" is the right word there, but it feels good). I want to know my butcher and waiter and tattoo artist (kidding... no tattoos for me).
Speaking of neighbors, our next door neighbors (of tool shed party fame) are continuing to intrigue me to no end with their massive community of friends that come over all the time, their wonderfully surprising outfits, and the frisbee golf post-thing in their front yard. They hang out all the time outside, which means that we get to talk some, although the mosquitoes don't give me much of a chance to sit and while away the hours. I'm eager to get some Off and get to know them, or perhaps have them over for a drink or dinner soon.