My neighbor just left after giving me a Christmas “care package” like they have been doing for the last couple years with cookies and fruit cake. They do volunteer work, help neighbors where they can and are just good all around people. Since I moved here I have found that all the neighbors are friendly and easy to get along with. There was one however who unfortunately had mental problems and had become a problem herself, but she is gone and getting the help she needs I assume. Overall though, I guess I lucked out. So, how are your neighbors?
We had one neighbor, when we lived here in Colorado before, that was very, very nice. Some 15 years younger than we were, but still very nice. The wife was from the Philippines and made a terrific shrimp/white rice dish. Absolutely love it! The husband had been a former Marine/Drill Sergeant and was part owner of a trucking company. They invited us over for dinner one time and almost the entire dining room with decorated with Philippine/China (countries) decor. Very different from ours that was most Western/Cowboy decor. They had a dog, Shiloh. She was a full-breed German Shepard. Very intimidating to the looks, but also very friendly. The friendship pretty much ended when we moved from Colorado. Other neighbors we've had since, were just too young to get along with, and besides that, had absolutely nothing in-common with us.
I've generally been lucky with neighbors, although when I lived in that DC neighborhood for over 30 years, the recent years brought a few people who were more concerned with money than they were other humans. Other than them, everyone around me throughout the years were my friends. Here in the country I've got 2 houses at the end of our right-of-way. One couple has been here since the 80s, the older house across the drive used to be his parents and a sister. When his parents passed away, his brother, wife, adult son, and maybe someone else moved in with his sister. They are all very nice people. I got very lucky. We help each other out with all sorts of stuff. When my neighbor and his wife go to town to shop, they'll sometimes buy me a rotisserie chicken.