...and you know, they weren't mad at all!

One of the most lovable ladies here is Angeline. She loves to help everyone--sometimes even if that means shoving them to one side while she 'helps'.

She couldn't make it over to the drycleaners on Friday (errands on done on Thursday and Friday). So she finally made it over to the drycleaners on the next Friday. Of course, she had called the previous Friday to tell the drycleaners that she would be bringing in her raincoat.

So she had missed the first Friday but was on time for the second Friday.

"And do you know what? They weren't mad that I hadn't been in to bring my raincoat the previous Friday; they weren't mad at all!"

Imagine. But she was releaved. She still can't get over it. That they weren't mad.

Della rides again

Della lives near me in the building and she is a tiny bit of work. She is all crippled up with something that looks to the untrained eye to be severe oesteperorisis; she moves around with a little three wheeled walker and has to strain to raise her head to see you. You almost want to beg her to leave her head down, but she is too nice a lady not to look you in the eye. She is inevitably cheerful and chipper.

The other day, she fell. Actually, she falls almost every day (and most nights). But this time, it was bad enough that she had a significant gash on the top of her noggin. So, it was off to the hospital but first, she made her son take her down to the local farmers market. She wanted to see what they had to offer and she wasn't about to miss it just because she was bleeding. Besides, the bleeding had mostly stopped.

She had six staples. I talked to her tonight. They had removed the staples. I asked if she got to keep the staples. "No" she replied sadly "I was hoping, but they said 'no'."

Small house repair

Heloise lives in a nearby house; it is one of the only houses within walking distance of the New Pointe building.

I have done some light gardening for her--planted some pots, took a dead small tree away and that sort of thing. She needed a small trim piece replaced on the exterior of the house. It needed a one by three inch board about twenty feet long.

How much? She had asked me to weed a little in the spring and I had told her there would be no charge. She insisted that I had to be paid. I suggested ten dollars an hour. She thought that 'too much'. So I did the work anyway and when she asked what I should be paid, I suggested that she 'put a little more in the church plate when it came around.' That seemed to work.

But the trim piece was a bigger deal. The wood cost $20--so I said that thirty dollars would be fine.

After I was done, she pressed the money on me but had a question: "How did you paint it so well and get none of the paint on the sidewalk?"

"I bought a pre-painted white broad."

Heloise's mouth went into a perfect oval. She hadn't thought you could just go out and buy painted trim.

I am a genius, as far as she is concerned. She's right.