I fell in love with utopia just being on our property. I never expected the bonus of having the caring, thoughtful, helpful neighbors that we have up there. It's kind of strange for me to have people looking out for me and also pitching in to help me. You all know the sentry guards my property, hence her nickname, and there are other neighbors including me in their lives, showing me the ropes, and also lending a helping hand in a very big way. I have one neighbor that I call when I have emergencies. Often I am stranded in the middle of the lake because I've run over the tubing rope and the propellor won't turn or I am trying in vain to start the boat when it isn't in neutral (DOH!)
The husband happened to mention to our emergency rescue hero neighbor that the plow guy had plowed to oblivion a sewer clean out pipe that sticks out in the poor location of the very edge of our driveway. The hero neighbor came over for a look and gave the situation a great deal of thought. First he explained to me how he plans on fixing the broken pipe, then he began formulating ideas for how to protect the pipe from future plowing incidents. The pipe is located close by to something the hero calls "a grinder." I'm not even sure what a grinder does. Our hero neighbor decided the grinder needs protection too. I guess he thought my delightful little hosta display was not protect-ful. Here is what they look like:
Saturday I took bear bait for a walk and casually glanced around for rocks I could protect the two pipe things with. I even wondered if I took the stuff out of the little red wagon I have in the shed if I could snag a rock and bring it home in my wagon. Then yesterday morning when I set of for my 4 mile utopian morning walk with bear bait the hero neighbor drove by me and told me he had spotted the perfect rock and wanted to know what I thought about it. I promised to look for the rock on my way back. But by the time I returned from my long lakeside trek there was the hero friend's tow truck with a huge boulder parked in my driveway.
I grabbed the closet thing to gardening tools I could fine and started to dig out my hosta collection. Those hostas have been with me since Brooklyn! I wasn't going to let them get smashed under that boulder. My plan was to give these tools, which I had long ago purchased for one of my black thumb children t my nephew Sam. I dug the hostas out, (I may have had to enlist some kitchen utensils too) replanted them in safe places, and the hero neighbor came driving his real car down the driveway. He and his wife maneuvered the truck and the stone and
And now there is a 5 thousand pound stone that defies any plow to mess with my sewage clean out pipe again!
And yes, the husband viewed the hosta salvaging and stone setting as a spectator sport.
I am in awe of the genuineness and generousness of my lake friends. It brings me tears that someone would make the effort and spend their time doing something so kind for me. I just can't believe how lucky we are.
Okay, where did you get the kid tools? Sam would love them!!
Posted by: lilsis | July 11, 2011 at 02:04 PM
It's good to have people in your life you can count on.
Posted by: The Editor | July 12, 2011 at 08:34 AM