The secret to neighborhood parties is to leave while it is still fun. We have three this week. I feel lucky to live where people do this.
This year my house gift is A Jiri Tea from Kenya: “100% of profits support Orphan Education in Western Kenya.”
At the first neighborhood party, I stayed about 45 minutes. I had nice chats with four women, but you know, sometimes I get in a rut and bring up the same topics I have brought up for years.
The first woman and I talked about the parking situation on the street and how train commuters park all day although they are not supposed to.
The second woman and I talked about the parking situation on the street and how the town did a study and never pursued any recommendations.
The third woman and I talked about how great the new minister is but how the old assistant minister was given a bum deal.
The fourth woman and I talked about her daughter-in-law’s work helping Chinese nationals invest in the U.S. economy for an EB-5 visa. I definitely didn’t talk about EB-5 visas at a party in the past. I just learned about them at a September conference.
Here I am at the office holiday party, where I contributed a gumdrop tree (below) for the Yankee Swap, and the person who got it decided it would become her Christmas tree this year. I left this party early, too.
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