Yesterday I took a couple of older friends to town for doctor appointments. There was quite a lot of snow on the roads. It was snowing when left and continued off and on the entire day. The man had an eye appointment, his eyes would be dilated, he wouldn’t be able drive home and the lady has poor eyesight. They asked me a week or so prior if I’d mind driving them to town, which is 55 miles one way. They, and their family, have done us lots of favors and I was more than glad to be able to help them out. Besides, they’re both a lot of fun, we love them like family and I knew it would be a fun trip.
We left early in case the roads were bad and took our time. A couple of years ago I took Joe to the VA hospital for his checkup. That trip was a lot longer but during the summer. This trip took a lot more concentration and holding up my end of the conversation, with lots of jokes included, was more difficult.
The eye appointment wasn’t until 1:30 and we had couple of hours to run around and get things done before going to lunch, to the appointment and then heading back through the almost nonexistent snow but increasing fog.
We all did some shopping and I was able to take care of some business I thought I’d have to do a few days later when Celinda and I planned to ride the bus just for something different and for a day off as a present to ourselves. During one shopping stop, Joe and I had a chance to chat. Even though there’s some difference in our ages, we have a lot of the same concerns.
By the time we arrived back home it was dark, gets that way about 4:45 in the winter. One of the items I tried to find while in town was a pair of gloves, the kind that are brown on the outside and have red cotton flannel on the inside. I find they make good inner liners for my other gloves on really cold days. When I dropped them off at their house, Joe said. “Hang on a minute, I’ll be right back.” When he came back he gave me a pair of the gloves I’d been looking for.
They both thanked me more than once and later I wished I could have come up with something more appropriate about how I felt than, “No problem” or “I was glad to do it.” I appreciate good people who are also good friends and need to be more demonstrative about how I feel.
It was a fun day, I’m looking forward to having the opportunity again and I’ll make it a point to be more explicit about my true feelings, because being of service to wonderful people truly is rewarding.