HUGS: A big hug to the snow shovelling elves who cleared the sidewalk and steps at 903 Josephine. It was a wonderful welcome to the neighbourhood!
HUGS: Hugs to the kind cabbie who stopped to see if I was all right when I was suffering a terrible bout of stomach illness. He was kind enough to help me get home safe and sound. Thank you!
SLUGS: Huge, huge grimy slugs to the person who (on Saturday, January 3) stole my size 8 cranberry coloured Hunter rubber boots from the Nelson swimming pool, while I sat watching my husband, daughter and niece swim! May Karma definitley kick you in the butt! P.S. Even more awesome since I’m pregnant and had to walk out in my socks.
HUGS: Huge hugs to the driver in front of me that heard my honking and moved forward enough so I didn’t plow into the back of your SUV when I got caught sliding in the slush coming down the hill on Vernon Street. The car in front of you decided to make a last minute turn down Cedar Street. You avoided a fender bender. Thank you!
HUGS: To all of the people of Nelson that have found and returned our Houdini dog (yellow lab named Willy) to upper Fairview for the last 7 years. Despite constructing a much larger fence, he still manages to escape, or open the gate himself. Thank you for talking the time to read his dog tags. Our whole family is very grateful.
HUGS: On January 12, Sunday morning, I decided to relax and have cup of coffee and muffin at a cafe at Crescent Valley, which was what I needed. When I went back to my car, I had a problem of backing up. A young gentleman came to my rescue and helped this 86-year-old lady to back up safely. For this young person to help a senior was really appreciated. Thank you so much for making this world a better place to live. Being kind and caring is not lost.
HUGS: Huge hug to Santa A, who again, pleasantly surprised me with a plateful of Pizzelle (delicious Italian waffle cookies) for Christmas. According to Mrs. Claus, Santa A sets aside one whole day to make these beautiful, but labour-intensive treats. And they’re crafted from his mom’s Pizzelle waffle iron — the original that she had brought over from Italy and had used for many years herself — which makes these delights that much more special.
HUGS: Hugs to the Harrop/Balfour firefighter who gave me a jump start while I was waiting on the cold and rainy streets of Nelson for my friend who didn’t show up.
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