'The Unit' is Neighbor K's word for my parents who are visiting for 7 weeks from the drive-in freezer known as Minnesota. Thanks to them, my new apartment has been home-steaded in record time; the pantry and fridge are overflowing from their grocery shopping and every weekend the kitchen fills with breakfast smells of bacon, toast & eggs. My parents have been exploring the neighborhood, meeting, observing and interacting with the locals. Last week they even crashed a party...without me! a couple of weeks here and their Minnesota Nice flies out the window. Anyway, to describe the full impact of their visit, yesterday when I returned from a weekend in San Francisco I had this note waiting for me from Neighbor P.
"Hi Jennifer, This is P (from next door). First, I want to say you have the cutest parents. Your mom is alwasy smiling and your dad brought my trash can in for me twice now! So sweet - will you thank him for me? I'm going to visit my parents this weekend. They have avocado, orange, tangelo, and lemon trees full of fruit. (and no preservatives!) Please let me know what you want (I'm leaving 2nite) + I will bring you back a bag of goodies!" I may literally receive the fruits of my dad's labors. :)