I Love My Neighborhood

For reasons I can't quite pin down, I've been feeling a bit out of sorts the past few weeks. (OK - I have some theories including but not limited to my epic loss at tennis yesterday and the ongoing "clean living" diet around here that Tim is spearheading which has a noted lack of both sugar and wine.) Anyway, I was bummed we had to leave all the sunshiny fun at the park this afternoon for swim practice when Amy suggested we meet back up at the park around 5:30, get some pizza, and make it a picnic. Seeing as Tim was at  work until 8 and pizza has most definitely NOT been on the clean living diet, I was in.

Later, on my way to get some drive though Little Caesars, Amy called and said we might want more than the original number of pies discussed as we had added a few people. Well those people called some people and before you know it, it was a happening. We even had a few people driving home from work see the gathering and stop by themselves. And the slight overestimation of number of pizzas needed on my part meant we had plenty to share with any kid (or adult) who came calling.

And it was just what I needed. The kids played, the adults chatted and everyone was happy. Including me. It does appear that about all I needed to lift my spirits was an impromptu picnic. Thank goodness I live in the neighborhood that has them.