I pondered this morning over whether or not to post my latest creation but after giving it some thought I decided against it. I read it over and even though it was written in a lite forum, the subject was negative. I know I need to be more positive on my blog so I deleted it. I used to have a neighbor who was always positive. No matter what happened in her life, Wilma always had a smile on her face and was glad to see me. She has since passed away but I still think about her from time to time.
I remember one day when she called me and asked if I could come over because her sink was broken. Now at the time, I believe she was in her 70's. When I got there she explained that the drain came loose under her sink and she just wanted to borrow my pipe wrench so she could fix it herself. I laughed and told her I would do it even though she kept insisting. After I finished, she tried to stuff some money in my pocket but I wouldn't take it. There were many such incidents and always she tried to get me to take money and when I wouldn't she just said "bless you". She didn't have much money and it was my pleasure to help her out.
My fondest memory of Wilma didn't have anything to do with plumbing repairs. It was late one rainy afternoon and she called to say that there was a strange dog in her house and she needed me to help her get out. As she explained, she heard something on her porch and she opened the door to see what it was. Just as she opened her door a clap of thunder went off and this dog ran inside to escape the storm. I was a little aggravated because she certainly didn't need my help to get a little dog to leave but I went over anyway. When I got there she told me it was hiding in her bedroom so I went down the hall and opened the door. I was expecting to see a Little poodle or a shi tzu or something like that but instead I found myself staring at a fill sized German Shepard. I didn't know whether to run or freeze so I slowly closed the door to regain my composure.
After giving it some thought, I got Wilma to get me some scraps from the refrigerator and we coaxed him outside. Once he was out he headed for his home. I told Wilma, next time let me know if it is a big dog. We both laughed.
Have a great one,