|Here's one of my little elves and Santa trick-|
or-treating at Frontier Village. Not exactly related
to today's gratitude, but proof that we did Halloween.
Monday's gratitude was for the kindness of neighbors. Specifically David and Mary.
My husband leaves early for work and about an hour later, I usher everyone outside to get #1 to school Well, Monday morning we discovered that the minivan was dead. Super dead.
I couldn't get a hold of my spouse; it turned out he was offsite so not checking his phone or email. We don't really know anyone in town I could call for a situation such as this. Things happened, thoughts were thought, and I eventually knocked on the door of our elderly(ish) neighbors two floors down to see if he could jump my van. I knew he had a truck and would likely be able to help me, but aside from saying hello, we'd not met.
Well, my pal David tried to jump the van but each time we connected the cables, the van alarm went off and that was super weird. So finally he just let me take his truck to school. I was definitely using my wide-eyed, shocked face. It's not like we were neighbors who'd known each other a long time (or at all). He wasn't friends with my dad or a distant relative. He just said "That's what neighbors are for. Bring me my keys whenever you get back."
So #1 did not miss his Halloween party. My husband came home and fixed the van over his lunch hour and we got #2 to his Halloween party. I got people picked up, fed, and dressed and we trick-or-treated at Frontier Village, which went great. It was such a crazy day, and I was pretty cranky for most of it, but, as they usually do, things turned out just fine.
And my neighbor Dave wins! I better go bake him something.
They just rolled out the tarps before the 10th inning. This game 7 is CRAY.