Slim Randles' Home Country
A fantasmaserious afternoon
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[April 10, 2021]
looked out the window. A great day for helping. Windy Wilson sets
one day aside each week for helping others, you see, and this was
Mrs. Morris, he thought, checking on the calendar.
Yes, Mrs. Morris’s poor ol’ shed that’s leaning dangerously to one
“I can just whup over there today and see that gets fixated,” Windy
said, smiling. “By dark, she’ll have a perp-up-and-dicular shed she
can be proud of.”
Windy talks like that. A lot.
Armed with enough tools to recreate the city of Troy, Windy arrived
at Mrs. Morris’s house and set to work. He rigged a come-along to a
tree and used it to straighten the shed. Then, while he had it
straight up, he attacked it with bracing.
Mrs. Morris brought him coffee a couple of times, and later had him
in for lunch. Mr. Morris passed away several years ago, and some of
these bigger chores were beyond her abilities.
Windy hadn’t asked Mrs. Morris about fixing the shed, because that’s
part of the fun for him. You just show up and do it. Do it until
it’s done. And … you do it right. Fortunately, Windy has always been
pretty handy with tools.
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By three o’clock, that shed was
up and braced, and several loose boards had been nailed back in
their homes again. He brought the can of paint out of his truck and
started painting it the same light green it had always been.
Inside the house, Mrs. Morris
looked out upon the wonder of a reconditioned shed in her back yard.
She picked up the phone.
“Mr. Johnson? This is Mrs. Morris. That’s right. Look, I know I’d
asked you to take down my old shed, but I’ve changed my mind. No, I
don’t think the old shed will fall on anyone. Thanks so much
Nothing like a good helping day, Windy thought, rinsing out his
paint brush and dancing a little jig carrying the tools back to his
pickup. It has been what he’d call a fantasmaserious afternoon.
Life is good.
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