^^

OK, this didn't just make me happy, it absolutely shocked me.
I had dental surgery shortly after Thanksgiving. It went well, but it required *extensive* work (which, yuck, I will not describe). I haven't had terrible pain, but have taken much longer to heal than I expected, and haven't had much of an appetite most days. Which has not helped with the whole recuperating shtick.
So... I've been convalescing, very tired, and mostly housebound for the better part of what, a month now. I stocked up on bouillon and canned soup before I had the surgery, so I haven't been out more than once or twice for milk and the occasional newspaper. Plus, I'm just not 100% and it takes forever to get my lazy rear end moving, which means I'm going out around dusk, and nobody has seen me. Just this week, I finally started to get it in gear, but I've still been going out very late in the day.
Here comes the happy-making-shocking part.
Today, my doorbell has been ringing and ringing. Turns out that several of my neighbors have been worried about me.
Worried! About ME!! ! ! ?????
And they compared notes. And they all decided they should come and check on me... so they showed up at various times today, bringing cookies, and bottles of wine, and banana bread, and brownies... and here I am in my robe and jammies, doing my laundry, blushing like a schoolgirl, inviting them in, offering coffee, tea, snickerdoodles.
I moved in here two years ago. I'm not unfriendly, I've chatted with the folks around and I know their names and like them, but I did not expect this. It's not what I'm used to. I am not used to mattering to people, not like this, not for many years (unless I'm at work and somebody needs something.)
Instead of being sad about that (because I made peace with it years ago), I'm just surprised and delighted about this.
And thank God I do my Christmas gift-giving on Epiphany, so I'll have ample time to find the right things to return the kindnesses.
Holy mackerel.