A Request
It has taken a few years for our neighbor Jan and I to become good friends. I was working, Jan was working. We seemed to pass each other by.
Several winters ago when Dennis had become quite fragile, Jan’s husband Randy, he’s the one with the pretty John Deere green toys, came over and blew our driveway out. Randy had just spent time during that fall in Dubai teaching farmers how to put machinery together. Yes, it was John Deere equipment. His bonus was a brand new mini-tractor complete with snow blower and few other pieces of equipment for the tractor. Randy enjoys playing in the snow. Whatever. It broke the ice between us.
Waiting in my sewing studio today is a project that Jan has asked of me. Her first grandson will be baptized later this month. Jan found the adorable elephant in a shop here in town. Her thought was how wonderful of a gift to have Brayden’s name and birth date on one ear and the baptism date on the other ear. It was a very creative thought. I have the designs stitched out. I am now contemplating on the best way in making them into a patch resembling the shape of the ear and sewing them on. I have got the thought done and down but needing to take a break.
While taking a break, Dennis asked for a favor. Could I please give him a haircut. WTF! Not even four days out of cataract surgery with eyes that don’t want to play nice together . . . Hmm. Dennis was determined as he headed out to the patio with the clipper container in hand. By the time I got outside, the electrical cord was attached, the chair was waiting as well as a table to hold all the gear. Have I ever cut his hair with one eye open at a time. Not! I took it slow and wouldn’t you know it? Dennis was very thankful for the favor. I did not get adventurous, just took it one swipe at a time.
The moral of the story is that retired people that say they have nothing to do must live on another playing field. With Dennis’ new lightweight leaf blower, I blew off the hair from him and he was as happy as can be as he went over to the back garage to check on his tractor.
Requests come in all forms when you least expect it.
Here is my definition of intimacy. It may be physical, it may be sexual. In my book it is being totally vulnerable with one’s partner . . . totally! Dennis and I were intimate this afternoon out on the east patio. Priceless!