Life in a small town
In no particular order, here are some thoughts about living in this small town:
*There is little to no traffic to deal with. Even when we cross Highway 90 to get to the beach, rarely do we have to wait for more than three or four cars.
*People smile and wave even if they don't know you.
*When we ran out of paint that we had bought in New Orleans, we went to the local hardware store and got it for about the same price. But the best part was that Stephen, who mixed and sold us the paint, had known my brother and mother. So we talked about him while he was preparing our paint.
*The neighbor down the street is the younger brother of a guy who drove the car on my first double date. And the architect of the town hall and library was my first boyfriend. The woman across the street is the aunt of the mayor; both were very good friends of my brother Mario.
*High school friends are nearby. On our second night in the house, Pattie brought over red beans and rice and stuffed bell peppers. The next day, Margaret dropped off her spare TV for us to use until we bought one.
*My sisters are close by. My older sister Tina lives in Metairie, a suburb of New Orleans, a little more than an hour westward. She is an interior designer and owner of The Little Shop; she has picked out our new floors (including ceramic tile that looks like wood for the great room) as well as the colors for the walls (which we are now painting) and the carpet (soon to come). My younger sister Germaine lives in Ocean Springs a little less than an hour to the east. She is our financial advisor (she works at AVL Wealthcare -- www.avlwealthcare.com). She tells how much money we can't spend on what Tina told us we should buy. I talk with both often.
*Our postman Steely stopped by to introduce himself.
*We have already joined Abbey Road Athletic Club, which has eight rubico (clay) tennis courts and a swimming pool. It's about five minutes from our home. After Saturday morning tennis, we drink mimosas and eat. After Wednesday night tennis, we bring out own food to grill and share, sit around the pool and drink. As one member described it, Abbey Road is a drinking club with a tennis problem. It's not quite that bad. Actually, it's a very fun place where we've been able to meet a group of good folks. We got introduced to it through Pattie (the red beans and rice friend) and her husband Mike. It's been easy to slip in.
The downside: no Trader Joe's or Costco (the nearest are in Atlanta). We can't buy beer or wine on Sunday. (This is Mississippi.) Produce in the stores is expensive and sorely lacking. (I really miss California when I do my grocery shopping.)
*There is little to no traffic to deal with. Even when we cross Highway 90 to get to the beach, rarely do we have to wait for more than three or four cars.
*People smile and wave even if they don't know you.
*When we ran out of paint that we had bought in New Orleans, we went to the local hardware store and got it for about the same price. But the best part was that Stephen, who mixed and sold us the paint, had known my brother and mother. So we talked about him while he was preparing our paint.
*The neighbor down the street is the younger brother of a guy who drove the car on my first double date. And the architect of the town hall and library was my first boyfriend. The woman across the street is the aunt of the mayor; both were very good friends of my brother Mario.
*High school friends are nearby. On our second night in the house, Pattie brought over red beans and rice and stuffed bell peppers. The next day, Margaret dropped off her spare TV for us to use until we bought one.
*My sisters are close by. My older sister Tina lives in Metairie, a suburb of New Orleans, a little more than an hour westward. She is an interior designer and owner of The Little Shop; she has picked out our new floors (including ceramic tile that looks like wood for the great room) as well as the colors for the walls (which we are now painting) and the carpet (soon to come). My younger sister Germaine lives in Ocean Springs a little less than an hour to the east. She is our financial advisor (she works at AVL Wealthcare -- www.avlwealthcare.com). She tells how much money we can't spend on what Tina told us we should buy. I talk with both often.
*Our postman Steely stopped by to introduce himself.
*We have already joined Abbey Road Athletic Club, which has eight rubico (clay) tennis courts and a swimming pool. It's about five minutes from our home. After Saturday morning tennis, we drink mimosas and eat. After Wednesday night tennis, we bring out own food to grill and share, sit around the pool and drink. As one member described it, Abbey Road is a drinking club with a tennis problem. It's not quite that bad. Actually, it's a very fun place where we've been able to meet a group of good folks. We got introduced to it through Pattie (the red beans and rice friend) and her husband Mike. It's been easy to slip in.
The downside: no Trader Joe's or Costco (the nearest are in Atlanta). We can't buy beer or wine on Sunday. (This is Mississippi.) Produce in the stores is expensive and sorely lacking. (I really miss California when I do my grocery shopping.)
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