A friend of my husband and his new bride, my fellow member of our Second Wives of Widowers circle and a short lady, had us over for a movie night.
At popcorn time, she deftly climbed on a dinette chair to reach her supplies on the upper shelf.
Last night as we prepared to join them again, my husband loaded one of our FOUR folding step stools into the car.
Selected two of the seven rubber jar-grippers that threaten to overwhelm kitchen tool drawer and added them to the stack of dvd’s…
I am so proud of him.
When we learn what is most needed, we likely have some bounty for fire-stricken Santa Rosans, too.