this afternoon i was mowing and trimming, fiddling around in the wood shop, pressure washing and generally making a lot of noise..
between the weed eater and leaf blower, i thought i heard a voice crying for help. turns out i did.
the lady across the street is 85 years old, and was dragging herself across her back/side yard. i sprinted over there to lend a hand. she had 'fallen and couldn't get up'.... not really a joking matter, but... well... i joke about everything.
after determining she didn't break anything by asking a series of questions and poking at her hip which she said took the brunt (that and her head), i went to scoop her up... carried her to her sofa and set her down, and went to retrieve her other neighbors who are some younger than her and have known her a lot longer than i have.
so.. anyway.. i was a little short of breath after carrying her, and after she realized she was actually going to see the inside of her house tonight (she is a slow crawler) as opposed to tomorrow, it dawned on her i was breathing somewhat hard.. (i'd sprinted over to her when i saw her, and then carried her a considerable distance- all in the last three or so minutes)- she asked me "do you think you may have been exposed to that covid?" and said "if you have, i'm a goner"... I thought she was making a joke (she was embarrassed and it would have made sense)..... she wasn't... she was serious.. i think...
i hope she didn't get the 'covid' from me... she promised to make me a pie in appreciation. she's made a few for me in the past for various things i've helped her with... she does a fine job of it.