F is for...

Friends.

I know I have a lot of friends, as does my family.  I mentioned the accident, well, at the time, I was living in an apartment.  It was near the end of the month, and the landlord told my dad that I would have to pay the rent, or move the stuff out.  (Mom and I were both in the truck at the time...)

Well, I was supposed to be in the hospital for the foreseeable future, so he decided to move my stuff.

He called on friends.  Could anyone help him move me?

I didn't get to see this contingent of folks, but I gather that he had people coming out of the woodwork to help.

What they lacked in organization, they made up for in enthusiasm...

To wit, when I was better, and went through the boxes, things were packed in, um, creative ways.  I had bathroom supplies that were packed with my kitchen knives.  I had my trash cans, with the trash, carefully packed.  One that I had to just shake my head about, though, was the kitchen grater.  Someone had wrapped it, so it wouldn't ding up anything else, I guess, as it was packed in with paper and some wood items.

I just wish they hadn't used my good panty hose to wrap it with...

I have friends now, that I trade spinning fiber with.  I swap eggs and tomatoes and hamburger with another.  We check on a friend that lives about a mile up a hill in the winter, to make sure she can get down her driveway.  We watch friend's houses when they are gone, they watch ours, too.  We make runs for food, for kids, and for meds when someone is over scheduled or can't get out.

And they help us, too.

Yeah, I think this one is one of the more important blessings can think of, alphabetically...  Even if I did have to buy new panty hose...