So yesterday I went to town with my neighbor L. She had a little to do, and as it turned out I had quite a lot more. I wanted propane and gasoline, but I also wanted a new spark plug for my trusty Husky chainsaw. Nothing urgent, it’s just I’d let myself get down to one and it’s getting a bit worn. In fact I was disgusted with the low estate to which the saw shop has fallen since my old employer Mike K. got cancer and sold the place. Because I dropped some money on them last summer to tune up the saw, and they never even replaced the plug. So anyway, I went to the two places in town that might have a plug, and nobody could help. (This in a county where I’ll bet fifty percent of the male inhabitants seriously use chainsaws.) Finally gave up, figuring I’d used up enough of L’s time.
Well, D&L went to the big town about fifty miles away today, and damned if I didn’t get a call from her from the tractor supply wanting info on that spark plug. I’d practically forgotten the incident – it’s really not that important – but she had not. And then when they got back home she asked me to come help unload their wood pellets and water softener salt because she hurt her back some days ago, and anyway I owe them a bunch of labor for all that floor tile. And damned if she hadn’t overspent and bought me a spark plug for the Husky.
I’ve got good neighbors.
Yep, good neighbours. Don’t can that plug, either. It can be resurrected, unless the electrodes are completely burned off or the porcelain is shattered and you have arc paths on it…..
I’m so glad you have wonderful neighbors like that… and I KNOW you are a good neighbor too. I lost one last month and we will miss him badly. He was only 53, and had suffered some terrible injuries in the past, but he worked hard and was a good neighbor to everyone around. He came to plow my driveway when the snow got too deep for me to get out, and he’d always come if I had a leaky pipe or couldn’t start the weedmower (we don’t have lawns). He died in his sleep one night, massive heart attack. It was a sad shock, and a reminder that life is fragile and temporary.