I know that this Friday post has been on hiatus for quite some time. And it's not because there haven't been any people paying it forward. It's because my Fridays have been cah-ra-zee. I really should utilize the auto-post option more often. Moving on...
There were so many acts of kindness I witnessed this week that I'm afraid I'm going to miss some. Here are few off the top of my head.
1. My neighbor borrowed me an egg when I started a batch of cookies at 8 p.m. only to realize all the eggs were used for French toast the day before. Brian was gone and the kids were in bed. What's a Suzie Homemaker to do? So I called my lovely neighbor and not only did she have an egg for me but she brought the egg to me! In the below zero temps. Love her!
2. If you're not from a snowy region you probably won't understand my love/hate relationship with the city snow plows. I obviously love them because they clear the roads for us so we can get from Point A to Point B without worrying about needing a tow truck to help us turn a corner in a one and half feet of snow.
But when you live on a city side street, as we do, your road is not their top priority. So the plows usually don't make an appearance around our house until several hours after the snow has ceased and several more hours after we've shed blood, sweat and tears trying to plow our own driveway and sidewalk. When the huge plow finally comes by he leaves a wake of rock hard snow boulders blocking the entrance to your neatly-cleared driveway and sidewalks. It's maddening because it always seems to happen the moment you take off all your snow clothes and settle inside to get warm.
This happened Monday morning. Thankfully our car was parked on the street because Brian was in between client appointments. He had to leave right then but he told me to leave the mess the plow made and he would clear it when he returned. These were strict instructions from him after weeks of me complaining about my back.
But did I listen?
Noooooo.
As soon as Lucy went down for her nap, William and I geared up and went outside. I started working on the pile of snow in front of our driveway right away. A few minutes into my work a large pickup truck with a snow plow drove past. I saw two men in the truck and I made eye contact with them and batted my eyelashes a few times. A little damsel in distress, you know? They drove past me, put on the brakes, and then reversed.
Yes!
The driver rolled down his window and asked me if he could clear the snow for me. Could he?! I stood back and in two swipes the snow was gone.
Of course, when Brian returned I played it off like I did the whole thing myself before I finally gave in and told him how I charmed a couple of guys into doing the work for me.
3. Brian paid #2 forward by helping numerous drivers out of the snow this week. He worked on one car for at least an hour before our neighbor chimed in and attached a chain to the back of his pick-up truck and yanked the car to freedom.
4. On Sunday, the day after our Blizzard, I saw two boys around the ages of 11 or 12 walking around the neighborhood just to see if anyone needed help.
This, my friends, is why I love living in Minnesota. The snow and cold can be a huge pain, but the kindness of each and every resident is unparalleled.
Your turn! What acts of kindness have you seen or been a part of the last few weeks?
There were so many acts of kindness I witnessed this week that I'm afraid I'm going to miss some. Here are few off the top of my head.
1. My neighbor borrowed me an egg when I started a batch of cookies at 8 p.m. only to realize all the eggs were used for French toast the day before. Brian was gone and the kids were in bed. What's a Suzie Homemaker to do? So I called my lovely neighbor and not only did she have an egg for me but she brought the egg to me! In the below zero temps. Love her!
2. If you're not from a snowy region you probably won't understand my love/hate relationship with the city snow plows. I obviously love them because they clear the roads for us so we can get from Point A to Point B without worrying about needing a tow truck to help us turn a corner in a one and half feet of snow.
But when you live on a city side street, as we do, your road is not their top priority. So the plows usually don't make an appearance around our house until several hours after the snow has ceased and several more hours after we've shed blood, sweat and tears trying to plow our own driveway and sidewalk. When the huge plow finally comes by he leaves a wake of rock hard snow boulders blocking the entrance to your neatly-cleared driveway and sidewalks. It's maddening because it always seems to happen the moment you take off all your snow clothes and settle inside to get warm.
This happened Monday morning. Thankfully our car was parked on the street because Brian was in between client appointments. He had to leave right then but he told me to leave the mess the plow made and he would clear it when he returned. These were strict instructions from him after weeks of me complaining about my back.
But did I listen?
Noooooo.
As soon as Lucy went down for her nap, William and I geared up and went outside. I started working on the pile of snow in front of our driveway right away. A few minutes into my work a large pickup truck with a snow plow drove past. I saw two men in the truck and I made eye contact with them and batted my eyelashes a few times. A little damsel in distress, you know? They drove past me, put on the brakes, and then reversed.
Yes!
The driver rolled down his window and asked me if he could clear the snow for me. Could he?! I stood back and in two swipes the snow was gone.
Of course, when Brian returned I played it off like I did the whole thing myself before I finally gave in and told him how I charmed a couple of guys into doing the work for me.
3. Brian paid #2 forward by helping numerous drivers out of the snow this week. He worked on one car for at least an hour before our neighbor chimed in and attached a chain to the back of his pick-up truck and yanked the car to freedom.
4. On Sunday, the day after our Blizzard, I saw two boys around the ages of 11 or 12 walking around the neighborhood just to see if anyone needed help.
This, my friends, is why I love living in Minnesota. The snow and cold can be a huge pain, but the kindness of each and every resident is unparalleled.
Your turn! What acts of kindness have you seen or been a part of the last few weeks?
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