Later, as the snow continued to fall during the day, I was concerned that I would have a repeat of my experience the last time I drove home after a snowfall and get (temporarily) stuck in the driveway. I was thus tremendously surprised to see the driveway cleared. Although I saw that Trevor was out with the shovel, the markings clearly indicated that a plow had done almost all of the work. It turns out that a neighbor (which one, I don't know as Trevor doesn't remember his name), seeing Trevor working on the driveway entrance, asked if he could help and then plowed out the whole thing. Even better, he instinctively pushed the snow in the directions that I prefer.
Another surprise came at lunch. One of my lunch friends said she had a gift for me and then provided me with a metal apple slicer. I often bring an apple slicer to core and slice an apple that I dip into peanut butter for lunch. Yesterday, while trying to get through a particularly stubborn honey crisp, I snapped off one of the plastic handles of my slicer. Having seen my loss, my friend decided to ease my pain by replacing the broken slicer with a better one.
As much as the above gifts meant to me, my favorite was getting to hold another friend's infant girl for a while. She was rather fussy, and her cries drew me like lodestone. I, as well as liberal use of a pacifier, was able to calm her a bit, but she still exercised her lungs to let me know that she was not pleased with the current state of things. With my granddaughter accessible to me through digital means only, it was amazingly soothing to me to physically hold and comfort a--slightly older--adorable baby girl.
I am not worthy of such gifts.