A Little Help From My Friends

I think I've written before about how the chiropractor told me I'm slightly off (insert joke here) and this week I managed to get out of whack just minding my own business, baking in my kitchen. So just two visits to the chiro later (and he's so nice -- when I asked if it's that I'm fat and weak, he told me his worst tweak occurred at 17 going into a 3-point stance on the football field, before anyone had even touched him) and I'm walking around with just soreness and a renewed commitment to daily stretches. And a hideous cold that may be waning.

But this isn't about me. It's about my friend Christine, who came with her "voodoo" to help me with the pain the day I woke up at 3am and couldn't walk. And didn't make me feel bad when I had to bail on setting up and hosting the game for New Beginnings. And brought me some of the caramel popcorn from that night.

And my friend Michele, who came another day to bring me books to read while resting and while here swept the kitchen and wiped the table, insisted on vacuuming the other rooms downstairs, and stowed the leaf for the dining room table so it looks nice in there again.

And Debbie, who followed Michele by twenty minutes, cheerfully carrying in a yummy yummy meal ("can we have dinner early tonight, Mom?") that we enjoyed for two nights.

And Debbie, who showed up with Sprinkles cupcakes about 30 seconds after the first Debbie left and offered to bring homemade mac-n-cheese for dinner tonight. Mmmm.

Completely unsolicited and so much appreciated.

Thank you, friends.