Conversation with My Wife (181)
Tramping around in the cold and dark. I blame Gail Boenning.¹
So Gail put this out in the Gift of Shared Kindness publication:
And it gives me an idea.
ME: Feel like a stroll around the neighborhood?
DEB: (checks out the window to confirm the time of day) At night? When it’s below freezing already with dropping temperatures? With a major snowstorm on its way to slam us in a few hours? (pauses) Sure. Why?
ME: I printed a bunch of these. (show her the quarter-page cards I’d printed out double-sided on index card stock; text nearly verbatim from what Gail was doing)
DEB: “In this year of so many unknowns, thank you for lighting and delighting our December. Your decorative display brings us joy whenever we pass by. Merry Christmas, A Grateful Neighbor” And…?
ME: Now we go around and put them in people’s mailboxes!
DEB: It’s illegal to do that.
ME: You didn’t let me finish. Now we go around and put them on people’s… now we go around and stick them on doors or something. We’ll figure it out.
And off we went.
No we didn’t. It was just barely dark and people were still coming home. So after supper and dessert and a couple episodes of The Mrs. Bradley Mysteries, we went skulking through the darkness. Half-blind, because we’d forgotten to spray defogger on our glasses, and they went totally opaque before we got done with the first house. But eventually (with glasses off) we stuck a dozen cards between storm doors, or under mats, or (in the case where we nearly got busted by a UPS driver) under a just-delivered package.
Awesome idea, Gail!
¹I’m not saying it’s Gail’s fault, I’m just saying that I’m blaming her.
