Cookie Gifting.

Everywhere I have ever lived I have known my neighbors. Maybe not as best friends (though it has occurred) but I can at least identify them when they drive through the neighborhood. Things are a little different living in a high rise flat building. I do not know many of the people who live in my building and I can only identify a handful of them by sight. I really want to at least recognize a few of my neighbors ... so I devised a plan.

That plan included: Thanksgiving, cookies, cute ribbon and a little note. Tonight, I rang doorbells. As I was getting my shoes on to go I laughed and thought I wish I had kids so they could go and deliver these for me. Haha. I could make them do the delivering just like my Mum used to make my brothers and I. Alas, no such luck.

I ended up giving out all but one of the bags that I had made. It was so funny! I got to use the sentences I had been working on all week (all four of them) and I even deviated from those in conversation with two people. Oh life's simple joys. The quest to meet my neighbors is off to a good start. I am counting on a few more holiday treat sharing moments.