The people that you meet, when you're walking down the street

My "neighborhood" is pretty much one road with like 45 houses on it. Even though we are without a doubt the youngest people on this street, I still want to meet everyone and be good neighbors. It's lonely when you move. I don't care, I'll hang out with 50 year olds and play Bunco or whatever it is that they do.

Unfortunately, it's winter and freezing cold and hard to meet people. Here is how we are doing so far:

• Neighbors to the right- came over to introduce themselves and brought brownies. Yay! This made me very happy, except they rang the bell about one minute before my son's bedtime. He kept yelling, "Brownie! Eat it!" and dashing about underfoot. They let on that the people who lived here before were rather snobby. I let on that they were repulsive housekeepers. I haven't seen them since, but I keep hoping to run into the wife again while getting the mail. Sometimes I hear the dad yelling at the two sons. He has powerful lungs.
  


• Neighbors across the street- I haven't met them, but my husband met the across the street husband while doing yard work. They had a nice conversation, and then my husband insulted him by saying, "so, how about that huge cell tower in your backyard?". We have not seen them since either.
  


• People down the road- while getting my new library card, the librarian mentioned that she lived on the same street and asked, "Did you buy the old Sullivan place?" with a tone like, "Did you buy the old Bates motel?". When I said, "Yes!", as in "Yes, and aren't I so nice and cheery and exactly the kind of person you would like to live down the street from?!" She replied, "Don't bother planting any flowers, the deer will eat them."

So, as you can see, we are fitting in just great here.