Tonight, we had a knock on the door and when we opened it, there was my wife’s nurse from down at the General Practitioner’s Office, with her husband behind her, and a Christmas Dinner filling both of their arms! We were smackgobbed! She had said she would do it, but to actually look up our address and deliver was so much more than the kind of thoughtfulness one comes to expect. She carried through and delivered. And we had all but forgotten about it. It was no small affair, either! There was plenty on their plates to feed our family. We accepted in a stunned state. I hope that we showed its due gratitude, though I don’t know how we could have. It is such a bright spot after what’s not been the greatest December for us.
Another knock came at the door later, and there stood Roger Stewart, calling me by name, though I could not quite recall who he was at that moment, but I did casually ask. He had a bag of caramel popcorn for us and asked after us. I realize he may have been sent by the people at the Church. Usually, we get invitations to Easter and Christmas, and occasional Ward parties. I cannot answer those, for I cannot be made to believe in their beliefs. But I am happy to accept friendship from any, as long as they can accept that. Roger was fine, and kept it on that level, and I welcome his visit. I am a bit saddened though, as it has been many years that we have lived here, and there have been so few visits from any around here. We have always felt like the outcasts. And I am saddened that I suspect ulterior motives. Keeping it secular will be just fine. And he did, and I am so thankful for his kind stop!
Then I got a text wishing a Merry Christmas from my kid’s school bus driver. I cannot say enough about how amazing the guy is. He was worried about us and how we are doing with mother on the mend. What a great guy! I cannot say so much about him, as he is a genuinely great guy, and I think that it’s best kept private the kindness he has shown my family, as he would never do what he does to show off, but just to be a decent man.
Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. This year it has come up so fast. It was beyond our capacity to prepare for it. So, we will hobble through it and do the best we can. The early December trip to the hospital, and through nine days of it, has led to a long recovery period here at home. I am to the point where I cannot stay at home anymore. To support us financially, I will need to go to work. I will need to leave Missus here, and I am not comfortable with that. She is still frail. But I will need to reconcile hospital bills and daily expenses, somehow. My earning potential is not half what hers is, even if I were to work two jobs full time. What a lark! But it is my time to shine! However dimly.
I’ll get word out right after Christmas.