Yesterday I drove a Meals on Wheels route that
took me hither, thither and yon--and also down Pine Hall Road.
This desolate beauty stands in the middle of a field on a dirt lane
I drove down frequently in my younger years.
It was fun to go fast because the tires kicked up dust.
(In case I've not mentioned it lately, options for entertainment in Mathews County
were--and still are--on the sparse side. So we invented our own fun.)
(Sometimes that fun included driving a little faster than recommended
down dirt lanes solely for the dust effect.)
This particular Meals on Wheels route was a new one for me. I delivered to 15 people over a span of about as many miles. Of those, two were women I could have sat and talked to for hours. One greeted me at the door in her bathrobe. She wasted no time telling me how grateful she was to be warm and alive and how spring was just around the corner. The sparkle in her eye was contagious.
The other, who suffers from a Parskinsons-like tremor in one hand--asked if I would help zip up her fleece vest (over her shirt, for warmth in an otherwise toasty living room), which she'd been attempting all morning long. She was particularly grateful that a female was delivering today, "because if a man showed up, I couldn't ask him." Hours of frustration trying to zip a simple zipper. Compounded by the worry of whether a male or female would show up with lunch. I can't even imagine.
When I asked if there was anything else I could do for her as long as I was there, we both had a good laugh when she said, "Scrub my kitchen floor!"
An elderly woman living alone spending the entirety of her morning attempting to zip up her own vest really puts things into perspective when you see it with your own eyes.
A bathrobe-clad woman trapped indoors talking about how grateful she is just to be alive and how hopeful she is for spring makes you stop complaining about anything.
Meals on Wheels is a gift to this community, to both the people receiving and the people delivering.
Have a wonderful weekend.