...an off-white blanket, gold-colored women's pumps, women's faux cowboy boots.
Here is the kind of neighborhood we live in: earlier, we learned that our neighbor, J. L., had had an accident today. He is all right, but K---, L---- and I were feeling empathy for the randomness life's turns and thought a little warm tapioca would maybe help. So, out came the tapioca, milk, eggs - oh, no, two eggs short. Luken ran over to W--- and K----'s for eggs (and had the added bonus of being able to create a nutria out of the eggshell once it was cracked). We continued on until - oh, out of sugar. K--- ran over to L. and J. H.'s house for sugar (and had the added bonus of some mutual admiration time with Liza) and got sugar. Jasper and Kristin were duly presented with tapioca, and K--- and L---- had the added bonus of having tapioca themselves, which they feel is "the best dessert ever."
I know I sound like some contrived, cheery kid's book trying to communicate the joys of our interconnectedness - but this is truly how it happened, bonuses and all.
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