You’re First
with Me

How can we ever thank all the First Responders who risk
their lives to save the lives of others? I wonder if I would
—could– be as brave as they are.

But is a thank you compensation enough? Nurses, firemen, police men and women are not financial big shots. Yet corporate big shots, celebrities, sports idols, rock stars, etc., make millions without having to face the horrors First Responders do. Enough said.

In some ways, my husband and I have our own first responders who food shop and check on us. We’re both 85 (me not until June) and we’re following the rules. We haven’t left the house in over two months. Who knows if we ever will. Thankfully, our first responders’ lives are not threatened when they leave me jelly beans at the front door.

I can’t thank all the First Responders personally, but I can thank our own first responders.

Denise: She’s our Shoprite Queen. If I say she’s like Mother Teresa because she takes care of so many people, even us, she’d kill me. If I said she’s a tough Badass because she‘s honest and speaks her mind, she’d be a lot happier.

Roann: She our Costco Pixie. She’s an extraordinary chef,
caterer, and gardener. All the things I’m not. You wouldn’t think someone so petite could carry all those bottles of Kirkland water.

Gina: She’s our Super Duper Walmart Wonder Woman who picks up our meds. She’s got 5 kids but still has time for us. And time to put on fabulous earrings. Got great hair too. And did I mention she always sparkles?

Alan: That’s our Bread and Cookie Meister with a Tom Hanks personality. He always does and says the right thing, and even if he didn’t, I’d cultivate his friendship just for his chocolate chip cookies.

Ed: He’s our Rock Star Preacher who’s never preachy. He
cheers us on. Hard to believe that this guy who really
understands people and knows so much about art, history and everything else comes from Brooklyn.

Too bad there are so many people around who only seem to care about themselves and their bank accounts. Thank goodness and thank you to all the other people who care about others.

You’re just a button click away and I’d love
to hear from you.

About your world, your family, your joys and frustrations, growing up, growing older, even recipes– even though I stopped cooking–by request–years ago.

Goodbye until next time…

Hope your day turns outas well as I hope
(but doubt) mine will,

Gingy (Ilene)