“Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.”
~ Eleanor Roosevelt
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My life has always been blessed with special friends. I always say sharing is caring, and I like to share, but so do my friends. Just like the other day when Michele and David Bernard sent their son over to leave me a jar of their wonderful salsa.
Thursday, Kathy across the street asked if she could pick up me us up some dinner, and we sat out on my back patio and talked for hours,
Then yesterday, my friend Linda Grossman, “World’s Greatest Realtor, rang my bell and left a surprise at my door. She was caught on my doorbell camera. 
What a wonderful surprise. An unexpected gift always says,”I’m thinking of you.” Oh yum!
Today, my neighbor Allison texted me and asked if I would like a freshly baked quiche. She had two, and wanted to share with me. How could I refuse?
See, I have so many special friends.
Now, for my SHELF-QUARANTINE story. Yes, you read it right, I am being shelf-quarantined. When all this self-imposed isolation started, I decided I was going to work on my “crap room.” I need to get organized and move a lot of things around. I ordered three plastic utility shelves and planned on taking the wooden shelves out and putting them into the spare room, creating a library. The boxes were big and heavy.
After I unpacked each box, I dragged each one to the base of the stairs, and using the head over heels method, I pushed them up the stairs. That was Step 1.
I emptied the first wooden shelf and tried to wiggle it out so I could drag it down the hall into the other room. I couldn’t budge it. I tried laying it down forward onto a big sheet, so I could drag it. I still couldn’t budge it.
The cool part was, that when I tipped the shelf down on the floor, a lucky dime fell from the top of the shelf. How did a dime get up there? A good sign.
I still couldn’t move it, so I pushed it back up and gave up, hoping I could get someone to help me move them.
A couple of days later, I was telling Mr. Mike my shelf story, and he offered to help, but he said he had some of those round plastic gliders for moving furniture. I said I’d give that a try first.
Tada! After several Herculean attempts, I moved all three heavy units all by myself. So, now I’m filling up these shelves with books and written materials and papers. I’m spending way to much time, putting pop-up books on one side in descending order of height. Art magazines got sorted by Christmas and other holidays and mediums. No, I didn’t alphabetize the books, but I was tempted. Way too much time on my hands. I’ll keep you posted on my “shelf-quarantining.” There is SO MUCH more to do.
Toni Andrukaitis 