The reason I say this is as follows. I had driven Mom to Bowling Green, to meet with her Eye Specialist from Nashville.Three of us sisters had made the trip with her. Stacey knows the Medicare business,inside and out, so she handles the talking with the doctors. I do the driving. Mary had came along simply to get out of the house and spend some quality time with the family. She had been couped up for the past month,partly due to illness, and partly due to the weather and partly due to the lack of a vehicle.Two of her vehicles were down,waiting for help to get them up and running.
Nevertheless,while sitting in the waiting room, I drug out my trusted crochet thread and needle.I completed one cloth while sitting there, and as I crocheted, a little old lady and I struck up a conversation about crocheting. We talked while I worked, and then as we stood up to leave, I decided to give her one of my little cloths which I had just finished.As I handed it to her, another little old lady sitting beside her spoke up, saying "You beat me to it. I was just thinking about asking....."I didn't wait for her to finish her sentence. I gave her another cloth I had stashed in my purse from a previous crocheting session.Both little ladies,whom I had never seen before, and will most likely,never see again, were tickled pink over their little dish cloths. And that makes me happy.
