We hope to finish boxing books today, and then we’re attending a party given by some of our soon-to-be neighbors. It’s the monthly potluck that is held in the community clubhouse and hosted, evidently on a revolving basis, by various couples who reside there. It will be our first introduction to social life in our new home.
The information we received was that, this month, the “entrйe” was to be submarine sandwiches. Residents bring a dish to pass and their own table service. I’m bringing a southwestern salad, although Earl lobbied for our always-popular funeral potatoes. But I thought they could possibly out-do the subs in popularity. And that wouldn’t go over well as our first introduction into Michigan condo living.
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