Block Party

I am really not good with mail. I do not get it everyday, so it sorta accumulates in the box. When I do stop to get it, I usually throw it in the car and only dig around for it when it is time to pay bills. But a few weeks ago when I got the mail, I actually flipped through it. Among the bills, catalogs, and weekly newspaper, I was surprised to find a notice for the annual block party.

The block party is always at the other end of the street 3 blocks from my house. I do not know anyone down there and for years was not invited. Wait, that sounds harsh. Overlooked might be better. In 8 years, I have only been down there once. Image my surprise to be included. Should I go? I scrutinized the flyer and its list of things to bring. I could bring a salad or "specialty dish". I noticed that they were also looking for burgers, soda, ice. I could cop out and bring 4 bags of ice. But I have a wonderful Thai cold noodle salad that is light, sparkling with a touch of heat. Buuuut, maybe not. Maybe something more normal like baked beans. I hedged. Did nothing. Then it rained and the party was rescheduled and I forgot.

Last night I came home from the birding festival to find the street filled with cars. Perplexed, I squeezed past. It took me a few blocks to realize that I had missed the block party again. Fiddlesticks! Oh well, there will always be next year. If I am invited.