Saturday, February 28, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
After a lovely dinner with Dr. Joanie, we walked to our cars, only to discover it was snowing and blowing. I cautiously drove home, staying in the paths made by the cars before me. What a shock it was to get to my garage to discover no plows have been here all day. I opened the garage door with my remote and gunned the engine, heading straight for the narrow opening. Part way up the apron, my car hung up on the more than 10 inches of new snow. What to do? I got out of the car, trudged through the snow to the shovel I keep in my garage and began shoveling, and shoveling. Peder was right - it's heart attack snow - very heavy, and still coming down. When I thought I had cleared enough of the white stuff, I trudged back to my car, put it in gear, and gunned it straight into the garage. Thank You, Lord, for helping me manage the narrow door without hitting anything. I walked back to the street to make my way to my door. The snow had drifted over 15 inches on the sidewalk. Where on earth is our snow removal service?
I just read the snow removal guidelines for my association: sidewalks are cleared within 12 daylight hours once the snow has stopped. This is ridiculous! How do they expect residents to navigate?
I've been in the house an hour and my cheeks are still cold. Winter! I'm so ready for Spring!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
These happy birthday wishes
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Coming home, I was almost to my garage, when I decided to stop, back up to the mail boxes and pick up my mail. I put my flashers on, got out of my car, and got my mail, and turned back to my car when I heard a voice in the distance. "Can you help me?" I replied, "I don't see you. Where are you?" "Over here by the trash cans (lined up for garbage pick-up tomorrow morning)." I walked over and there on the ground lay my upstairs neighbor - an 85 year old man, recently widowed. I asked him how long he had been lying there and he told me about ten minutes. I threw down my mail and tried with all my strength to help him get up, but he was too heavy, and my lower back was really hurting. I went to his other side again and lifted and lifted, while he tried to grab onto a recycling bin for support, but his weak knees made it impossible. Next I suggested he crawl on his knees to the nearby tree - only 20 inches or so away, and then we could try again, hoping his leaning on the tree would help him to stand while I lifted. No luck.
At last I told him I needed to get someone to help. "Can you lie here a minute longer?" "Yes, I think I can." I spotted a boyfriend's car in one of my neighbor's drive, so I hurried to her door, rang the bell, and waited for someone to come. No answer. I rang the bell again. This time I heard rumblings. Sue opened the door. I told her why I needed help. She yelled up to her boyfriend. These dear neighbors came running outside, stocking footed, in 26 degree weather. They each took an underarm and gently lifted him up and walked him to our building and up his flight of stairs to his unit.
I hate to think of what may have happened to Jim had I not stopped for the mail tonight. Most of my neighbors were all "buttoned in" for the night. It was dark and cold outside. I don't know if it was fate, or if God was putting me in the right place at the right time, but I'm very relieved that things worked out for my upstairs neighbor.
Sunday, February 08, 2009
|To dream the impossible dream|
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
This is my quest
To fight for the right
And I know if I'll only be true
And the world will be better for this