Oh, dear! Either I LOOK older than I think or I better start acting my age, or something. Yesterday I had a first-time experience — and I repeated it three times in one day!
We finally made contact with the chap about dirt for our raised bed in front of the house — turns out he was on “vacation” — which means he went to a house he bought in Mission and he was building a carport to keep the family car out of the weather (in this case meaning hail). I caught up with him and we arrange to have the dirt brought in sometime in the next few days.
First of all I had rounded up all the small items for the bed… screws, brackets, etc. We had walked over to the lumber section and I was looking for a lumber cart. An employee saw us looking and asked whether she could help. I merely said I needed a cart for some 2 x 12’s.
“I’ll get someone to help you with that,” and off she went at a trot. A moment later she came back with a cart and a strapping young lad, “He’ll help you with your lumber” she said. And indeed he did. He’s at least 30 years younger than me and a lot stronger — I could see that!
A few sticks of wood later we had the cart loaded, a couple cuts made on the big Home Depot power saw, and I was out in the parking lot. As I was lining up the cart with the rear door of the CR-V another young fellow pulled into the lot and parked right next to us. He hopped out and asked if I needed help stowing the lumber in the car. I was surprised, but hey, far be it from me to turn down a healthy offer of assistance. The lad carefully assisted in putting the lumber in the car; wished me a blessed day, and off he went into the store to find plumbing parts to fix his girlfriend’s-boss’-plumbing.
Well, twice in one day. I wasn’t sure if I was feeling good about the help, or bad about the apparent ’need’ of help by a decrepit old man…
So, fast forward to the RV Resort and I’m outside moving 2 x 12’s around like Paul Bunyan, lift and tote, screw gun in one hand and a passel of screws in the other and what do you know, but a neighbor sees me working and stops his car alongside and asks…. “Do you need help?”
Ok — THREE TIMES in one day? I mean I’m not that OLD!
I’m glad for the friendly people. It’s good to see empathy among your friends and neighbors. It’s even better when you see empathy from complete strangers!
On the other side of the coin, I’m wondering if other people see something I don’t. I know the doctor has me on weight restrictions — as to how much to lift and how crazy I should be with my exertions — but I didn’t think I looked that frail!
I hope to have the plants in the ground by the end of the week (fingers crossed). Wish me luck