When I was growing up, my mom (Diane) would constantly be sending me across the street to pick up eggs, milk, sugar, etc. from the other Dianne, my best friend’s mom, when she ran out of said ingredient. Now that I live in a community that shares as much as the Dian(n)es did, we experience a lot of the same things. Here are some of the requests, we have made and others have made of us, which were life savers when you really needed them, or nice, or interesting requests:
- Furniture dolly
- Wood glue
- All the empty space in my refrigerator
So, when in doubt, when in need, ask a neighbor. They’ve probably got what you are looking for.
How to be Neighborly: Mi cupboard, su cupboard.
What have you shared with your neighbor lately?
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God bless Dianne and her ever-filled pantry (and the little girl who ran across the street to retrieve the item(s) for me)!