...needs good neighbours.
My new neighbour invited me over yesterday evening. We put up some family photos on her sitting room wall, after rehashing a couple of the frames to enable the stick on wall hangings. Her walls are a testament to her heritage and family. One of her sisters is a superior nun (impressed). She also has two grandchildren.
As it happens, I have been framing up family photographs lately.
My friend came over for a tea, yesterday, and I showed him some very old photos of me and my family - as a child 'dumpy frumpster' : )
Not so much frumpy, more like 'Olive', from the film 'Little Miss Sunshine' : )
'Beautiful, in my own way'. I was howling at the photo of my sister and me at my aunt and uncle's wedding, Summer of 1968. I was a 2 and-a-half year old disgruntled little thing with a pageboy cut and a silver glitter dress with white satin Mary-Jane shoes. I looked as if I wanted to go home.
Since my last neighbours left, summer, the house is transformed. It looks beautiful and tidy inside and it has had a complete makeover. It's a completely different energy. She also has nice style. It's like a completely different house.
When I first met my neighbour, before she moved in, I was very relieved. I sad that I had been praying for a lovely new family to move in. Peaceful and cool.
My neighbour had said that she too had been praying for a good neighbourhood.
Prayers get answered. They do, when you believe.
When I went to her BBQ at the weekend, there was a minute of silence for her prayer.
I was very pleased to hear this. I felt very humbled to have been invited.
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