Finding joy in the little things.

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When we were kids, there wasn’t much watching TV.  We played outside.  We read books in our rooms.  I thumbed through all of the hardcore teen and music magazines to find the latest poster to pin up on my wall.  We went for walks as a family.  Climbed trees.  Built forts.  And often at night when the day was winding down and we still weren’t watching much TV, my brother and I would often head for the basement with our dad.  To play ping pong.  I wasn’t as good as either of them, but I loved it.  We had a lot of fun and many very competitive nights at that table.

So when one of our neighbors dropped off a handwritten note last week that said:

“Ping-Pong Party in the basement.  Sunday 3pm.  We’ll provide beverages, just bring yourselves and a snack!”

.. I did everything possible to get us back home in time to take part in the celebrations.

Two of our neighbors had found a table, cleared out a section of the community basement where about 15 bikes stood in a dark area only days before.

They put up lights.

And when everyone joined in the other afternoon .. it was the best game room I have been in, in a long, long time.

Thank you J & R for one of the best, most relaxing, wonderful afternoons in a long time.  Look forward to the next match.