One thing about kindness – it's fun.
Yesterday I had a great random bit of kindness –
RANDOM ACT OF KINDNESS #3
I cleaned a taxi driver's window where a bird had pooped on it. I had a tissue…why not?
RANDOM ACT OF KINDNESS #4
Todays was nothing too original – I paid for the newspaper for the person in line behind me at Circle K.
I have noticed that these random acts of kindnesses are directed toward strangers. Maybe it's time to up the game and let Charles be the recipient of a random act. Could I close the drawer that always sticks and I hate with a passion? Clear the drain of hair before stepping out of the shower? Not crack my toes in bed so loudly he fears a thunderbolt has hit the house?
No, I can't deny him the opportunity to live with me. Take away those distinguishing attributes to my personality and all he has is a hair shedding female!
Helen has been staying with us for the past week, she leaves tomorrow. Every night she climbs into bed with me and we do a Sudoku or an acrostic puzzle. Since I have had no luck in fighting off physical signs of aging, I am doing mental exercises.
I love having Helen stay with us. Its one more adult against a houseful of savage small people. And they like her too. She laughs at things I snarl at, which is I suppose the true definition of an aunt.
