At Least I Showered This Morning...

When Ed came back from the dump yesterday, he told me that he had approached a woman he saw there with her daughter and baby boy, and had asked her how old her little girl was. She had told him that her little girl was five, and that they had talked a little, and that he had asked her to please stop by some time so that K. and her daughter could play. I laughed at him and told him that the woman had probably been scared half out of her wits by a crazy man accosting her at the dump and asking questions about her children, and that there was no way she would come over. Shows what I know, though, because this afternoon she showed up on our doorstep with her little girl, toddler, and a loaf of poppyseed cake. Naturally, today was the day that I had decided to wear my new fleece lounge robe all day, and the house is more than usually untidy thanks to new Christmas gifts that haven't yet found a home, but it was lovely to have a surprise playdate anyway. I explained about my attire ("I'm not wearing pajamas -- this is a lounge robe!"), and we sat down for coffee and cake while the kids ran around. She and her husband have only lived in this area for nine years, which makes them "new" people too, and she seems very nice. She confirmed what we have already noticed about our little community, which is that, although everyone is very friendly, they have mostly lived here for generations, and newcomers really stand out. The girls and T. played very well together, and we have high hopes that she might be someone that K. could play with often.