"Keep Your Powder Dry...

....Off ya go now."  Said the sweet man.

Sometimes patients of mine, and their families, become special.  This husband and wife duo have become just that.

When I read the notes before I went to visit my little old gal this week, they stated, simply, "Hospice aid set patient's pin curls while her husband went fishing."  These are my kind of people, and I adore them. My gal is from Tennessee, and has a sweet and  thick Tennessee drawl to prove it.  Her husband fishes every morning, bringing home a cooler of spoils each day before breakfast.

This week I took them a box of veggies from my garden and some eggs from the coop.   His simple response was "Well now.  Can't beat that."

As I was leaving, he took me back into his garden and insisted on sending me off with 2 beautiful purple peppers.  Good, old fashioned, simple values.  Veggies for veggies.  Kindness for kindness.

As I walked down the driveway he yelled "Keep your powder dry, off ya go now."  I know this old colloquialism from a Harry Nilsson song as covered by Neko Case - Don't Forget Me.  The phrase references the civil war era, and was commonly used among the soldiers, as in, "Keep your gun powder dry and always be prepared!"  Hearing it from him just made me smile.

Ed filleting his morning catch.

And then the sweet dear asked me to sing her this....

Have a perfect weekend!   xoxo, e.

Pay it Forward People.

I took Coco to Coney Island for dinner tonight because she got two, count em' two, Panther Paws at school today.  Panther Paws are little orange circles of paper that one receives if one does something super duper at Emma Smith Elementary.  Stockbridge, as a town,  basically runs on Panther Paws...get with the program people.

In the beginning of the year she brought every single one home because she liked the wow factor of saying "guess who got a Panther Paw today??!!"  At some point, she realized that you could put them in a box by the office to win a prize, so she dutifully gathered dozens of them from around the house and tried to throw the odds a bit, but those other kids were onto her and stopped her short, and we had to settle for the pride of having them at home.

Anyhoo, after a lovely meal of Coco creating "force fields" around her french fries so that I would get shocked if I tried to eat anymore (I just wanted one ok?) (maybe two), it was time to head out.  But then the manager walked up to the table next to us and stated "you ladies won't be getting a bill tonight."

I shushed Coco straining one table over to hear the goods...what was the problem?  raw chicken?  regular coke when they had ordered diet?  What on earth happened to them that they got no bill???

"The woman sitting behind you paid for your meals.  She said to have a wonderful night."

There was confusion followed by awe followed by appreciation.  "But we didn't know her!" they protested.  And that is the point, isn't it?  Random acts of goodwill.  Because you never know when someone just needs someone to do something unexpected and nice for them.

And that is your homework.  Pay it forward people.

And if life gives me too much of anything, let it be poppies and peonies.  Please.