Happenings

This weekend was nice. We didn’t do much, for a change. Kent talked me into getting snow shoes. He got a pair as well. I guess we are going to try them this winter. It will make it easier to get around when I want to get to places this winter for photography. We’ll see how they work.

We got all the ingredients for our Thanksgiving dinner yesterday. We wanted to get an early start because we knew this week would be busy. It’s just going to be the two of us. We usually go out to a restaurant for dinner. We go to a nice one though that really goes all out. It’s really just like home cooking. But this year, even though it’s just us, we wanted to stay home and cook a nice dinner. We are having everything that goes into a Thanksgiving dinner. I’ve come to learn that it’s a lot of work if you make it a lot of work. But, if you think of it as something you enjoy doing (cooking) and not something you have to kill yourself over, it’s really quite enjoyable to just enjoy the art of cooking, and making wonderful food.

Today, I went to lunch at one of my usual places. You know, the weirdest things happen to me from time to time. I pull into the parking lot, and this lady came up to my window and started knocking on my window. I rolled down the window and she seemed quite shaken, and asked if I could possibly help her?

I asked, “What seems to be the problem?” She told me that her daughter had to go to the hospital and she lives all the way out in Madison (quite a distance from where I am), and is relying on her for the ride to the hospital. She said that her car was across the street and needed hydraulic fluid and the shop needed $18.43 before they would fix her car. She asked if I could give her a loan and she promised to pay me back within a day.

Then, she started crying and said, “This is so embarrassing. I don’t know what I’m going to do.” I said, “Don’t be embarrassed. Things happen to all of us.” I pulled out my wallet, gave her a $20 and asked if that would do it. She responded, “Oh my God, this is so nice of you.” I said, “It’s no big deal. Most people would help out.” She took the money and asked how she could contact me. I told her not to worry about it, but she insisted that she had to pay it back. So, I gave her my name and phone number, and she promised to call me to coordinate how to get it back. I then watched her cross the street, and go into the garage.

It honestly doesn’t matter to me if she calls or not. I was more concerned about her driving in the state she was in. The weirdest things happen to me.