neighbor 2

HOW TO MEET ONE’S NEIGHBOR (when it is far past the right time to do so). My “meet neighbor” posts are not for those of you who kindly helped your neighbor unload the U-Haul nor for those who, knowing their pots and pans were not unpacked, invited them over for spaghetti dinner. It’s for the rest of us – the shy, the lazy, the procrastinators, the give-me-another-chance people. I’m going to give you some ideas of how to save your face even if you are terribly late in extending a hand of friendship.

Number One:  I guess you could just go say, “I’m shy, I’m a procrastinator, I’m lazy, but I would really like to know you, if you would like to know a shy, lazy procrastinator!” That would probably make them take notice of you! (I bet this would be fun. If you try it, let me know. I don’t think I can do that one!)

Number Two: Share something (even if you have to buy too much). Try out one of these opening lines.
“ Hi, I just wondered if you could use this squash.”
“I have these beautiful plants that came up volunteer.”
“A guy came by selling oranges by the box.”
“These donuts were so much cheaper by the dozen! I bought extras to share.”
That requires no apology or explanation for being days, weeks, months, or years late.

Now none of those lines are very hard. So, what do you have (or can you get) to share?

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. shoreacres says:

    You’re exactly right. Strawberries, tomatoes, muffins, peaches, and cookies all do well as ways to open the door — in every sense of the phrase. And always offer such things in containers that don’t have to be returned, so there’s no sense of pressure. If they want to reciprocate, or return the container, that’s a plus. But they shouldn’t be made to feel they ought to.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Worthy additional suggestions. You’re right about the container. If it looks too nice, they might feel in your debt – better a plastic butter container! At least in my neighborhood! Thanks.

  2. calensariel says:

    I’ll tell you a little story about neighbors. When we moved into this neighborhood (we live in Utah), the neighbors turned up on our doorstep to do what the LDS church calls Friendshipping. The first thing they asked us was if we were LDS. When we said no, their reply was, “Well, we’d like to welcome you to the neighborhood anyway…” And that’s a perfect picture of what a LOT of the neighborhoods are like here. Fortunately for us, we live in a subdivision that had a lot of military families, so we weren’t totally out-numbered! 😦

  3. Faye says:

    Neighbours for us here are so far away – many down long drives – one next door the drive way is nearly 2klm long. What you share sounds wonderful our coming together is usually well planned in advance. Love the blog. It sounds GREAT!

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