It’s What Friends Are For

Another week has flown by and here again is Slim Randles as today’s Wednesday’s Guest. This is a thoughtful piece about how folks in small communities look after each other, and I must say it is very true. My friends here in my small town have done a wonderful job looking after me for the past two years as I learned how to live alone.

Since it has cooled off just a bit here in Texas – it’s under 100 degrees – I am back to drinking coffee with our virtual cookies. Help yourself.


It was Thursday again. Mabel Adams asked at the desk to be sure.

“Thursday all day, Mabel,” the girl said. “Don’t forget to get your hair done today. Two o’clock … right?”

“Right,” Mabel said, locking the time away in her mind. “Two o’clock. On Thursday.”

She took her purple walker and went half a block to the drug store and sat down at the counter.

That nice Williams girl came over with a smile and a menu.“Tuna on toast, Mabel?”

“Uh,  sure. I like that.”

“Hot tea?”

“Yes please.”

After she ate, she started down the sidewalk toward the Curl Up ‘N Dye beauty parlor. The watch pinned on her dress said one forty five.

watch pin

Mabel went over to her usual chair and sat down. Fran came over and looked at Mabel’s hair with a smile.

“You still look pretty ravishing, Mabel,” she said. “Sure you want a touch-up today?”

Mabel nodded.

“Going  to watch that movie with the girls tonight?”

Movie. Tonight.

“Sure,” said Mabel.

It’s nice to live in a small town, because if you don’t know what you are doing, someone else does.

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