When we drive from our home to do errands, a mile or so away there's an elderly gentleman sitting in his carport. He's always waving. Morning, noon, and evening he sits in his porch swing in his carport waving to all who go by. The other day I thought to myself, I bet he's lost his wife. Sometimes I feel things about folks.
Today I made a big batch of potato salad and decided to hop in my car and bring him a bowl. He's always so friendly and his friendliness is contagious. I drove up and passed his driveway by and there he was sitting in his swing and waving. He has a stairway in the front and he came out to greet me and I gave him the potato salad. He told me he lost his wife two years ago to rheumatoid arthritis. He said that's about the worst there is. His name is Richard and he said to come by any time. We plan to stop by to visit sometime next week.
When I got back home, Gary said why did you bring him potato salad. I said it doesn't hurt to be neighborly and I hope if I'm sitting on my front porch some day someone stops by to visit or brings me some potato salad.
It's raining cats and dogs and a cool breeze is drifting in; I'm enjoying this evening immensely. For the past six months I've been mulling over changes, big changes, and I can't quite put them to words. Maybe next week I will. Thanks for reading and for all your comments.