Since then, she and I have been exchanging emails and IMs all day, everyday but our hubbas had only been briefed about our fast blooming friendship. So last night we finally met. The Don and I went over to their place for Hari Raya visiting as well as to personally invite them to attend our wedding. Looking at their fully furnished REAL home, The Don and I had our hopes ressurected and renewed our aspirations to turn our house into a home the way they have so spendidly done to theirs. And in true neighbourly fashion, they "returned" the visit within the hour. And the four of us continued our yakking till nearly midnight.
The Don and her hubby have soo much in common it seems. Both men in blue, golf enthusiasts, fascinated with sheeshas and both entreprenuers in their own right. They get along really well alhamdulillah. And of course she and I have a whole other list of things we love doing. In fact, after learning more about each others' family history, there could be a probability that our families may have already been intertwined.
It feels wonderful to have such great neighbours + friends especially since we are so new to the estate and know no-one else except our next door neighbour. They have been thru the stage of life we are now in and the insight and tips they give us is priceless, to say the least. And right now they are on the brink of the natural next stage --> They are having a BABY!!!!!! Being with them is like seeing our whole lives in front of us fast forwarded and yes, we like what we are seeing. hehehe.
It was wonderful finally meeting you n hubby in person and we truly enjoyed our tete-a-tete. We look forward to more such sessions in future.
MENDING WALL - ROBERT FROST
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, "Good fences make good neighbours."
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
"Why do they make good neighbours? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbours."
1 comment:
wow u mean u actually wrote poems.. so far I havnt tried my hand in it yet. I love lit so naturally I tend to appreciate poetry. Meh kita tukar scrapbooks hehehe
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