Humanity

A couple interactions/sightings that touched my heart lately.

I’m calling around to get estimates for assorted work we need to have done on the new house. This morning I called an electrician. He answered quickly, spoke softly, asked me a couple questions then asked if I texted. Upon hearing that I do, he asked if I would send him my information and he’d get back to me with some dates.

I’d been hearing tinkly music in the background and after I got off the phone I realized what it was. It’s the music you hear in baby toys and mobiles.

Yesterday on my way out of the grocery store there was an elderly, stooped, white man choosing a bouquet of pink, red, and white valentine carnations. He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring, which doesn’t mean much, but I had a few minutes to ponder for whom he might be buying the bouquet. I went from teary (Spouse recently passed, but he still wanted to buy them flowers.), to smiling (Grandkids coming to visit for Valentine’s Day and he’d have a surprise for them.)

Finally, I just got off another call with another contractor.

This house is filled with wallpaper. Some we have come to appreciate. Some needs to go.

I left a long message for this contractor thanking them for the message on their website about taking covid seriously and how far out they were booking work. When he called back we had a lovely conversation. He gave me the contact information for a different contractor who does wallpaper install since they do not, then he thanked me for my “proper y’all,” which reminds him of his family in Georgia whom they haven’t gotten to see due to the pandemic. I don’t think of myself as having a “proper y’all,” but it made us both smile to have the conversation.

Little human touches.