We now have new neighbors across the street in the house that's been a torture for those of us who live on this street. The last folks there drove us nuts (as did most renters before them), and the house has stood empty for a couple of months now. An extended Mexican family has moved in and we just met them tonight, to take over some chocolate chip cookies. They're WONDERFUL. A mom and her husband, daughter and her husband and a baby. Beautiful women. And as soon as we'd come home (the two youngest girls went with me), the mom and her daughter were at our door with a gift for us.
I'm so happy. Now I can brush up on my Spanish and maybe learn a new dish to cook. That would be so cool. Might have a communication problem, but the daughter speaks English like an American, so that's a plus. This looks like a winning family. It's early yet, but I'm encouraged.
In other news, first-born is moving into third son's apartment with him. Another win. Oldest son's excited, I know, and since he's more like me (slow to make decisions), it took his younger brother to take the plunge first. I know they'll both enjoy being together, not that they do anything as a pair, but they've shared a room their whole lives. This'll be a snap.
Also, we're going to my mom's for cake and ice cream tomorrow, and considering our potentially toxic relationship with her now, we're praying for a nice visit. She might've asked my oldest brother (the one who's put me on his hit list), but not sure. Seriously hope not. Drama with my mom is enough, thank you.
Wishing you all a joyous Fourth, no matter. After we come home from my mom's, we're cooking out pork roasts and making homemade baked beans and Hawaiian bread rolls for the barbecue. Lots of yumness.
Take care, all.
