You may remember that I gave away Lady E to Mrs. Neighbor right after I finished her. Her beloved dog has cancer, and I thought she might need it. A few weeks after, Mrs. Neighbor had a grand-mal style seizure at the grocery; her whole wiring system just zapped. She's recovering with her son and granddaughters 150 miles away.
DH got a call last night from Mr. Neighbor. He needed to borrow Mark's beard trimmer. DH rushed out the door, and came back very concerned. DH filled me in a little. Mr. Neighbor was a wreck. His house was dark, his beloved 5' TV silent, his trashcans still out from Wednesday's collection.
Today, when I got home from the grocery, DH told me his new beard trimmer was just dandy. I said "You know, I didn't think you'd just lend out your beard trimmer. You can't stand it if I use your toothbrush." He said "No, I knew that wasn't coming back into the house. That's not something I'd lend out."
I thought not. I am puzzled, I am worried, and I might have to track down a son who lives out of state. I think this is a scream for help from a normally clean-shaven, buttoned-down guy.