what money can't buy

Note to the person on the receiving end of this neighborly act: Do not feel bad & do not try to pay me. Honestly the choice my child made was worth so much more than the money. I should be thanking you, you are good friends to us. I am glad we found you. So please don't ruin it!

I am worried on a few thousand levels about writing this post.  Anyway, having BC working out of town hasn't been easy on the pocket book.  All the expenses have been upfront and we have yet to be paid here at the end of week 3, is that where we are?  I have been watching every dollar we spend, watching the money I have to make it through to some unknown end point slowly get smaller and smaller.  Today I spent down to my last two dollars.  Yep, 2 bucks.  The nice part about 2 bucks is all our bills are paid, the fridge & cupboards are bursting with good food, money is in the wings, and this land is ours there isn't a big bank looming in dark corners; we set our life up to be this way while I was school. 

The bad part about 2 bucks is I am sure I cannot buy 2 little kids b-day gifts and watermelon for a team swim party with it.  Now we sell eggs out front in a little self serve cooler for $3 a dozen or we used to.. for whatever reason I have not sold any all week.  I took some in to hard boil, I gave some to my neighbor for checking out my over heating car, sent some to the in-laws to thank them for picking up the Step Son at the airport on Tuesday.  That left us with 3 dozen and my math says potentially $9, added with the 2 I have, probably not enough for nice gifts but enough for something & a watermelon.  Getting a little desperate to hold that $9 in my hand I have been checking the cooler a lot and no sales.  I decide it was time to take action and to send Beach with a bag that belong to another neighbor (the bag was left here with hand-me-down clothing for Beach) with 2 of the 3 dz in it up the street to our best customer, the Russian Lady.  I waited and hoped.

When Beach returned she told me the Russian Lady only needed one dozen so she returned the bag to its owners and gave them the second dozen for free.  "I hope that was okay, mom.  They are good friends."

I can admit at first my heart sank but as I stood there looking at my child (who knows the money score around here, she knew what she was doing) I felt all the stress and worry just go away.  "That was more than okay that was the best idea we have had all week."

I am so grateful in times like these to have good friends...and I suppose the chickens too.