I never know quite what feedback to expect when I post a blog: Laughter? Snarky comments? The sound of crickets? All of the above?
Yesterday, my blogging efforts were recognized in the most incredible way: Having read about our new toaster, our neighbor, Nancy, baked us a loaf of bread so the appliance would have some work to do. She arrived on our doorstep, a luscious loaf of wheat in hand, and demanded to see the Cadillac of toasters.
She was dutifully impressed with its shiny newness, and we are honored to be remembered (and have something to put in said toaster).
It was great to visit with her. We first met 17 years ago, when our children were at the Mead School Child Care Center, and we live just up the street from her and her family. I used to sit on the train to New York with her occasionally, but these days we rarely bump into each other.
Naturally I thought of her at lunchtime, as I carved an over-thick slice to enjoy with the pea soup I’d made.
So today, I salute Nancy, her delightful baking acumen and kindness, which I will return in spades.
Of course, I can’t help but wonder if Nancy has, perhaps, set a precedent other readers might follow. … 😉