I've been on the receiving end of a few good deeds lately, and I am very grateful.
We've had a stupidlot of snow. Last week along we had nearly a foot (in the Old Tongue) and it snuggled on top of what was already there.
On the weekend we had even more.
Last Tuesday I ventured to the store for big deal percentages off days. I was going to alter my usual behaviour and turn north out of the garage heading up the alley. At the last moment, intuition be hanged, I went south as I usually do.
My car trip went south along with it.
I tried to dig out, but couldn't so asked a neighbour for help. He dug and sanded and sanded and dug and eventually I was free. I backed up, turned around, and headed north like I was supposed to.
He's a very kind man. I owe him sand at least though he insists he wants nothing.
Yesterday with fresh snow on the sidewalk and husband out ploughing the highway I caught my next -door neighbour shovelling the sidewalk in front of my house.
She was smiling.
I didn't let her see that I'd seen her. When people do a good deed for the sheer joy of doing good in the world they don't like to be caught. It's embarrassing.
I will thank her when I get a chance anyway,
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