Random Acts of "Kindness"

ARTISTS DAY

It was an absolutely beautiful summer/fall day. Lovely sunshine but too cool for swimming. Jackets not necessary — too cool for swimsuits. My younger grandchildren where at the camper.They needed something to do!

Luckily this summer I added to our collection of portable tables. Easy to put up, and put away. They provided a table or desk for each artist. I’m sure it was in the planning — but not necessarily by me. I found a sketch pad and colored pencils. Then I found a second sketch pad and watercolor/colored pencils. One for my grandson — one for his sister. Then I found another sketch pad and sketching pencils for me.

At first I had planned to embellish the canvas that was made from a photo of my ghost ship. The original is in shades of blue, the copy is indigo. When I added a couple of different colors, I realized that changing the painting would ruin it — not improve it. The color of the painting reflected the time of the tornado — best left alone.

Next project — paint my serenity garden. But how? I tried to draw the flowers in two perspectives: landscape and portrait. I have canvas, paints and easels. Normally I don’t put much time into planning. This time I thought it might be helpful. I think I decided to do the painting in portrait. I haven’t decided on the placement of the flowers. I haven’t decided if I would add the bird bath or one of the statues. Of course I haven’t opened the paints yet either. But I decided that I would use the thicker acrylic paint in the tubes. Progress!

I told my grandson that I had paint and brushes available but he preferred to draw in pencil. So did my granddaughter. And so did I. I liked their drawings. I didn’t like mine. I need more practice in drawing. I had planned to practice during the summer which is why I had the sketch books. I picked up another sketch book when I was at our daughter’s house. I didn’t take the time to sketch there either. But the supplies allowed us to have a sketch book apiece instead of just a sheet of paper. I have decided to leave the sketch books and pencils at the camper. That means I will have to pick up another sketch book for home.

When we pack up to close during the fall — if I’m going to paint at home, I’ll have to bring the paints and brushes home.

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DRIVER’S LICENSE

I knew I had to renew my driver’s license, it had been four years since the last renewal. The day finally came when I received the notice in the mail. I had to take an eye test. When I was younger, the eye test was no problem. I can’t say that now. My eyes have aged as has the rest of my body.

I decided I would renew my license in the country. I wouldn’t have the long lines that are in the city. But I DELAYED going to take the test. First I wasn’t feeling well. I don’t know if it was food poisoning or the flu but my tummy didn’t like me. Then I realized that I was stressing about the test. Parts of my body were hurting. Time at the camper was getting short, if I wanted to take the test out there, I had to do it. Wednesday was the day.

The night before, I misplaced my prescription glasses. I looked everywhere — tables, chairs, bed, bathroom, floor — no luck. They are my reading glasses. As a last resort — I looked in our car. I FOUND my prescription reading glasses. They were sharing a glass case with my husband’s driving glasses which I wear. We were going shopping and I wore the glasses out side but changed them for driving glasses before we left.

Wednesday morning, I walked into a hanging cabinet door and almost knocked myself out. I was so tempted, so tempted to delay the vision test. But if I didn’t renew my license before my birthday, I would have to take more than a vision test to get a license.

I wish I could say the eye test was a piece of cake — no problem. But I don’t like to lie. At first, I tried the test without glasses on — Bad idea. I could read the top lines with no problem — lines 4 and 5 were a different story. My driver’s glasses allowed me to see the letters except for the right side. I had to go to a larger line. Perception test — right from left — oops. I have problems! Finally the young lady asked me to raise my hand when I saw it. I PASSED. Time for a picture — I didn’t smile. HORRIBLE picture! I don’t look gentle — I look mean — don’t mess with me!

I shared my sad story with a friend at the grocery store. He showed me his picture. I shared my sad story with an older woman from church. She had a similar experience but she told me it didn’t matter — SHE GOT HER LICENSE. Lesson learned!

Back in town — I shared my sad story with a couple of friends at the store. I showed them my photo — they got a very good laugh. Photo doesn’t matter — I got my license and shared laughter.

IN THE GENES

I know that genetics is important for health issues. Many diseases can be traced through the family line. It is harder for people who have been adopted and don’t know their parents or other relatives. It is not only hair color, bone structure and height that are shared. Diabetes, heart disease, high blood pressure are just a few diseases that are passed down.

Emphasis is being placed on nationality — not only in humans but also in dogs. People are very interested in the countries that make up their nationality. This interest has expanded to animals. Sunday a program was on television that shared the breeds that where discovered in a few dogs from DNA testing. Especially when a dog is a rescue — the animal’s breed can influence their behavior. Science is progressing.

Physical traits are easier to track. Harder to pinpoint are talents — singing, painting and dance to name a few. On my fathers side, I have discovered a couple of painters. There was a strong interest in religion — my great grandfather was a minister. He was also very interested in herbs. That explains some of my interests. I don’t know as much about my mother’s side except there is at least one successful writer. I have heard that I share some of her traits — what they are I have no idea.

Just because a trait is in your genes doesn’t mean that it will surface especially when it comes to a talent, if it is a disease — life style changes can make a difference. Heart disease is on both my mother’s and my father’s side. Since I am sodium restricted — I watch the sodium content of the food I eat as best as I can. Therefore I eat a lot of fresh vegetables. I no longer eat a lot of processed foods. It would be lovely if I said I keep my weight down — but I try not to lie, I have a LONG way to go.

When I was forty, I discovered I could paint. I totally enjoyed putting paint on canvas for many years until life intervened. Recently I have been pestered to take up a paint brush again. I used to paint in oil but now my husband has emphysema. I’m planning to try acrylics — the different textures has me confused at the moment. Some of the paint is more liquid, similar to water color. Some is more solid, similar to oil. Both are supposed to dry quickly. Oil takes days to dry.

I had an idea to paint the flowers in our garden at the camper. I ran out of time and we came back home. I took a photo before we left. It might turn into a painting. Time will tell.

MEDICAL ALERT

The house phone rang at 3:00 AM. It was ADT. “I have a medical alert call from Diane McDonald. ”
“This is she, ” I answered. “I was sleeping. I didn’t phone you.”
She asked: “Do you have a pendant?”
” No!,” I answered.
“I’ll try to cancel the ambulance.”
Okay. I was awake. Listening for the door bell — scanning my body parts. I have friends in high places, was something wrong that I didn’t know about. ??? Thankfully no ambulance came. Both my husband and my son had messages on their phones but they were turned off. Nothing appeared to be wrong. I didn’t have any more or any less pain than when I went to bed. Of course it was over an hour before I was able to go to sleep.

It was Saturday. My plans were to go to Body, Mind, Spirit Expo, and I proceeded with my plan. I enjoyed the Expo, visited with many of the vendors that I know. Most of the people are more talented than I am but I’m comfortable there. The last workshop that I attended was by Dr. Michael Chapman. He had been told by God that he had a job to do, and after resisting, he finally agreed. When he told his story, Dr. Chapman said that at 3:00 AM stuff happens. I had to laugh. Good Morning!

He singled out many members of the audience, then he came to me. “What do you do?” he asked.
I replied, “I’m Retired.”
“No — your not! What do you do?”
I admitted that I write a blog: Wandering With Spirit.
At which point he said: “Keep doing what your doing. Your readers will increase. Those who read your blog will feel the spirit.”
He might have said more than that, but it was at the end of the day and my mind was tired.

Sunday morning I was at Mass. We have a new pastor whose homilies contain words that have more personal meaning. The gospel pertained to a Canaanite woman who wanted Jesus to help her daughter. Father emphasized how important it was for us to reach out to people of the world, not only people of our faith. Songs at Mass continued the message: “Precious Lord, Take My hand” and “Be Not Afraid.” Both songs have meaning for me! ” I get the message! KEEP WRITING!”

Medical Alert?? Still confused or did “they” just want me to know that I’m not alone? Always questions — no answers.

PLANES

August — time for the air and water show. I admit that I’m NUTS. I love to search for the planes as they practice for the show. I have been at the Lake front for the complete show on two separate occasions and watched the show from beginning to end. Both times it was very enjoyable, sitting watching the air — or water — or people. I have to admit that I get even more enjoyment from hearing the sound of the planes and searching the sky.

Sometimes I have been at our house — going outside, looking for the best place to find them. Where is the best viewing? Less obstructed by buildings and tree. Leaving the house at the first sound of the engines.

This year I was shopping — at the right time, at the right place to find the planes. I didn’t know which group was performing this year. They flew low over the spot were I was standing, I could almost read the writing on their wings — if my glasses were better. This year I had my camera. It was soon out, in my hand, pointed at the sky. The Thursday sky was very cloudy, I LOVE to watch clouds, look for images. While I was trying to capture the planes, I thought if I missed, I would enjoy the photos of the clouds. I took 18 photos — 3 actually were close — 12 captured dots at a distance. I couldn’t see them until I was home, with better glasses to view the shots. I learned that the Blue Angels were flying. It reminded me of the year in which I dreamt that I was a pilot of a Blue Angel plane. That year I had an angel Christmas. My son and my youngest daughter each bought angels for me. What made it even more special — I hadn’t told them my dream. (The story is WINGS in Journey with Me.)

Friday I was back. The photo printer was under repair at the store. I was in time to see the Stealth Bomber escorted by a smaller plane. It was the same hour as the Blue angels on the preceding day. This time the sky was blue — hardly a cloud to be seen. I got my printed photos and proceeded to the next store. Our plans had changed — we were staying in the city for a longer time — I needed more food.

As I entered the second store — I heard the planes. Camera at the ready — the view wasn’t as clear as the day before, stores were in the way. BUT this time the sky was clear. Remember I mentioned that I was NUTS. Empty camera because I had cleared the disk after downloading the pictures — 28 pictures later. Since the sky was blue, the pilots were able to draw pictures in the sky. Seeing the smoke trails, I had an opportunity to take photos in which I was confident that the planes would be at the end of the trail. I LOVE the new camera’s that don’t use film. JUST SAYING!

REMINDED AGAIN

When I first started writing this blog, I should have numbered the ramblers instead of giving them a title. I’m finding coming up with titles — DIFFICULT — almost worse than actually writing a thought ramble. I NEVER date the thought rambles, I have no idea when the first REMINDED published. Rereading it was delightful. I’m guessing it was at least three years ago. Somethings haven’t changed — Mother Mary is still an important part of my life. My memory is no better and perhaps a bit more shaky.

Returning from three weeks in the country with only a couple of days home before we leave again is still ROUGH. What did I do before we left home — especially when it comes to paying the bills that needed to be paid but haven’t arrived yet? I thought I had the situation well in hand — I phoned for a balance of what was due and mailed a check. While we were gone — the bills arrived. Were they paid? They didn’t jive with what I thought I paid. Many prayers sent top side to ask for “help”! More phone calls to straighten them out. More round and round with their answering computer systems. I miss live people! I’m paying bills in advance again. Hopefully I have made enough notes to refresh my memory.

I knew I needed to bring out Spenda, my husband’s sugar substitute. Just in case I had forgotten — the box of more than 1200 packets fell, spilling its contents all over the floor. Since I had to pick up the packets any way, I filled a storage bag to take more with me. That happened on our first day home.

I brought a package of defrosted hamburger meat home with me. Before leaving the camper, I planned to make meatloaf for supper but my husband planned that we would eat out. I decided to make a pot of beef, lentil soup — it would use up the hamburger and some of the broth I had opened. Thankfully I had lentils and barley in stock.

Second day home the bible suggested I get Wisdom, Understanding. Proverbs 4:5. Queen of Angels opened to CURE FOR OVERWORK. Bills were paid but I still needed to replenish supplies. A person I met had asked to read my book Journey. I didn’t have any copies with me and planned to look for them before we left again. I received a phone call from the company that published the book. It reminded me that I needed to go on a search and find mission. Thankfully I found the extra copies right away. I opened the book randomly to CUYLER, and I was impressed with what I had written. I didn’t feel I needed to rewrite.

Third day home: Trump — North Korea were in my face when I opened my ipad. Bible: My son, why increase your cares? Sirach 11:10. Queen of Heaven chapter 4: Keys to Healing. I sent up prayers for our world and asked for “HELP” WRITING. I wanted to have at least three thought rambles ready to publish before we left again. My life gets VERY INTERESTING when I fall behind.

DELAYED

I know I have mentioned before that I’ve been delayed in what I am doing or planning to do. Often I’ve learned that being delayed prevented me from being in an accident or stopped on my journey. Often the delay causes me to think — “Do I REALLY WANT to do or go or spend?” Sometimes the delay causes me to change my plans. Sometimes the reason for the delay remains hidden.

Friday — at the camper — I experienced a delay. It started with a broken pot. I pulled it from the cupboard, the edge struck something and shattered into shards. One of my favorite pots, one I used often — not every meal but more than once a week. Not only broken pieces but shards to pick up. It took awhile, not only were they on the counter but escaped to the floor.

Once I finally cleaned up the mess, we were heading out for breakfast. Except — delayed again — my scooter was returned. The speedometer cable had broken and it had been picked up for repair. It was supposed to be back on Thursday but plans changed. Finally heading for breakfast, a half hour later. I saw an unusual sight outside the restaurant — a bicycle with bags strapped to its wheels towing a small trailer. I was intrigued. The bike belonged to Mr. Alan Thompson, a 68 year man who wanted to ride around the perimeter of the United States. He started in Ohio in 2015, made it as far as Portland when he returned home to rest for a year. He started again in 2017 in Portland and was finishing his ride. It was August but it felt like Fall, the temperature that morning was a balmy 55 degrees. I asked him if he spent the night in a motel to stay out of the cold. Thankfully he did. He was riding for Habitat for Humanity and Save the Children. Both worthy causes.

Next appearing at the restaurant was a group from a classic car club. I started to chat with them but they had only taken a bathroom break and the gentleman was requested to rejoin the group. I didn’t even get a look at their old cars. My husband has an old car and we both were interested in the group. They were the Summer Knights Car Club — meeting at Buona Beef in Glendale Heights, Il.

Next taking a bathroom break was a group of police men and woman. They didn’t stay to eat either. I was glad that the man riding the bike had stopped for something to eat. I really enjoyed hearing his story. He wasn’t accepting money but I could make a donation at his website: usperimeterride. org — his blog or apt@bex.net.

It turned out to be a very interesting morning.

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