It reached 84 degrees here today and I have to say that I am loving this weather. We haven't had any rain in two weeks and the ground is hard and dry, but after all the rain and flooding this summer, I am not concerned in the least. This is great painting weather. Yes, the painting of the fence continues. But, the fence is a total of 200 feet in circumference and since I am painting both sides I have 400 feet of fence to paint.
Today I was painting the outside of the fence next to the sidewalk. Several people walked by during the day and would tell me I was doing a great job. I would stand back and look at the fence and say, "Yeah, I am doing a great job." Not that it matters to anyone except me.
There is a retired couple in our neighborhood that walk by in the late afternoon. They have been watching me scrape the fence and were thrilled that I had finally reached the painting phase. I took a break and we visited for about 10 minutes about my dog, the fence and we even talked about marriage. Then as they walked away they told me "you're doing a great job." Their compliment meant the most to me because both of them look like they have done some painting in their lives so they are good critics and judges.
When I am outside working on a project I end up seeing a lot of people. It is kind of uplifting to have a conversation with someone that lives a block away from you and you really don't know them except for seeing them walk by your house daily.
When I was a little girl my mom would take two elderly ladies from our church to the grocery store. We called them Grandma Bentley and Grandma Schuler. Seemed like any old lady was called Grandma to us. I would go with Grandma Bentley throughout the store and my older sister or my mom would go with Grandma Schuler. When these ladies became more home bound we would stop by their apartments and they would give us their grocery list and the money and we would buy their groceries for them.
So today, this little old lady kind of reminded me of Grandma Bentley and that little voice in my head told me to stop and help her. She tugged at my heart strings.
I know that in this day and age it took a little bit of trust from this elderly lady for her to get in my vehicle and let me help her home. I must have an honest face or in the alternative, she looked pretty tired. In the end, it is all about taking care of each other and taking care of our elderly neighbors and friends. Perhaps I will have the opportunity to help this lady again and I will be able to exchange my phone number with her. I am praying that this will happen.
It seems that with the busyness of our lives, we need to stop and be a friend to the elderly. What is their day like? Do they live alone and have to walk to the grocery store and back every few days? Are they lonely? Something to ponder.