Shovel the walk?

In the fall Aunt Amy "returned" a fluffy, recently dry cleaned sleeping bag, which she claimed I lent her years ago. I didn't recognize the bag, and we already have a sack for mama, a sack for papa & even one for the little campfire.

Right before Christmas, I saw a homeless looking gentleman crossing National Road carrying a ratty looking sleeping bag.

If I didn't need the sleeping bag, Papa didn't need the sleeping bag and baby doesn't need a bag, why not find a homeless fella who could use it. Right?

The 13-year-old neighbor Colleen told me yesterday that she thought this was a terrible idea. I guess she was right. It's too early to be teaching our little winter squash about car jackings.

This morning, the doorbell of opportunity rang. And luckily didn't wake the squash.

A man with a hard-luck story & a shovel was looking for a little snow-shoveling work. Ten bucks to clean the whole way around the house. But only $2 to clean the front walk.

When I handed over the ones, the man had socks on his hands. Dirty socks. Ugh.

"Need a sleeping bag?" He wasn't sure at first, but after I explained what a sleeping bag was, he agreed. I'd leave it on the porch & after he earned $12, he would pick it up. How much is a six-pack these days?

As Baby Alexander will learn before long, I keep a lot of useful stuff, and can't turn down a deal. I'm not a hoarder, but I have a very organized collection of many, many things which I'm just waiting to redistribute to someone who needs it.

Today was the day. I went to the winter hat, glove, scarf collection & pulled out my old purple thermal ski gloves, purple Thermal ear muffs and a flappy winter hat.

The snow shoveler was so happy to put his socks on his feet & gloves on his hands.

But I told him not to ring the bell again. The baby is sleeping.