Random Acts of "Kindness"

Archive for April, 2015


Was I angry? Good question — No, I laughed. So now I’m sure you are wondering what I’m writing about. When I visited the post office, the clerk’s and my conversation revolved around how “my friends in high places” communicated with me. We spoke of flickering lights, trouble with the phone and computer problems. When I arrived home, I wrote POST OFFICE, followed by SMOOTHIE. I try to keep the ramble to around 500 words and I was already over my self imposed limit. Writing SMOOTHIE, I had another thought that I decided to share. I save all of my rambles on a external hard drive — except SMOOTHIE got stuck in a loop — refused to be saved and impossible to get the original screen back. I’m not sure how I solved the problem, it was probably a time when I kept trying various methods until something worked. When SMOOTHIE appeared on the screen, it was missing the last paragraph. AND I UNDERSTOOD that the thought shouldn’t be shared and laughed.

I first experienced my “editor” when I was writing TO PAP,WITH LOVE. I had TROUBLE — sentences disappeared, I watched words disappear like the computer game Pac Man that ate stuff. Whole paragraphs disappeared when the computer locked. I had trouble printing a chapter — I thought I hadn’t written it well and tried to improve the writing. The trouble finally stopped when I realized it wasn’t in the writing — we had been given the present of a beautiful day. Lesson learned and REMEMBERED.


I thought SACRED SPACE was a limited time but I’m wondering if it is continuing. My grandson’s birthday is approaching as is the anniversary of my maternal grandmother’s birthday. Shopping with a friend yesterday, I found a dime laying by the trunk closure, not inside the trunk on the floor bed, but in the ridge of the weather striping.

I discovered a brand new mystery book by a favorite author at half price. I was unaware that she had a new book coming out. I found slippers that I thought were on sale for $7, for which I was charged $3 on my sales slip. I found a couple of presents for my grandchildren in the clearance section. Summer is approaching and their toys at the camper haven’t kept up with their age. Sitting waiting for a friend, an elderly woman sat down to rest next to me. She mentioned that she was just released from the hospital and being curious, I inquired to the reason. Learning that sugar was a factor, I shared our success with Dream Fields spaghetti helping to control my husband’s diabetes.

I KNOW that “my editors” are paying attention. So now I have a new question. Recently I have received many ideas to write about. Is my life getting busier and I’ll have less time to write? Or should I publish more often? Many questions — no immediate answers.



I NEED to lose weight. Summer is coming — I’m planning a trip or two and I NEED to fit into the airplane seats. Now I’ll admit that I looked up my weight in my calendar books the last time I flew and THANKFULLY I’m not heavier. BUT when I’m on my feet for too long, standing at a counter or table, my back hurts. It doesn’t seem to bother me when I’ve gone for a long walk, although other body parts protest. I’ve been trying to loser weight since January without much success.

Smoothies have surfaced recently — books, magazines and lets not talk about the many commercials on TV. I decided to make a green kale, spinach, apple smoothie. I had trouble deciding what equipment to use and finally settled on my blender — its bigger. I purchased the supplies only to discover that the kale was starting to wilt. It had five days before the use by day. I was definitely disappointed but salvaged what I could.

I decided to add protein powder and spent time looking in the pantry for its hiding place. (I haven’t used it since last summer.) I found a container of mysterious powdered stuff that had been enjoyed by bugs. Thankfully they didn’t get through the lid. I don’t know how long that container had been hidden. (Some times my life is too busy and things get lost.)

Proceeding on — I cored the apple, sliced and put it into the blender. I added a scoop of protein powder. I measured the kale and spinach , added the water and turned on the blender. I WATCHED this green goo escape from the bottom of the blender and spread all over the counter and drip onto the floor. You would think that I would have turned the blender off but it took a few minutes to register what was happening.

I can truthfully tell you that I’m stubborn and didn’t let this mess stop me. I cleaned up the goo and made another batch — my family says I’m stubborn. I guess they are right.

I don’t know if I was supposed to make a smoothie — or not. Was I just supposed to find the mysterious container of powder? I made another smoothie today without the problems. Learning from my mistakes, I put the blender on a paper towel to make sure it wasn’t leaking.

Still learning, although I can sit quietly with a blank mind for a few minutes, I’m not able to imagine a guided meditation. I sit in a black space. My imagination needs a lot of work.

SHARING — I had another paragraph that I guess is private — not supposed to be shared. When I went to save the ramble — the computer locked. Retrieving the thought ramble — the paragraph is missing! Better now — saved no problem!



How do they communicate with you? The question took me by surprise. I answered with the first thought that popped into my head: “If I’m not paying attention, I get hit on the head.”

I was at the post office preparing to mail our monthly bills. Only two people were at the windows and I decided to wait and purchase a book of stamps. I was the first person in line. While waiting, I overheard a conversation about visiting the cemetery. The clerk went twice a year, weather permitting. The customer visited every other month, unless the weather interfered. I couldn’t help myself, I had to open my mouth. I told them that I was Catholic. We believed in life after death and their loved ones were with them if they needed to be. Hence the question and my off the cuff answer. Of course we talked about flickering lights and computer problems and other means of communication. And I ended with the statement: “I’m was here to overhear your conversation and share the good news with you!”

Some things can’t be explained. That statement summarizes my life right now. My father passed over more than 20 years ago. My mother has been on the other side a lot longer. My mother remained behind the scene so I wasn’t aware of her influence until my father’s memory began to slip. Even then I didn’t know where the help I was receiving came from but I can truthfully admit that I was extremely glad for any help given. Since my father let the cat out of the bag (so to speak) I have been learning. All lessons don’t come easily and many have to be repeated over and over and over again until they begin to sink in.

I’m still not sure that I have a complete understanding which is why I get confused OFTEN. Frequent question: WHY? HOW? WHERE? Recently a bracelet disappeared. I knew where it should have been, it slipped off my polar bear, sitting on my dresser. I watched it fall. I looked for where it should have been — it wasn’t here. Today I looked again, a week or more later and it was just where I thought it should have fallen. I just said “thank you for giving it back!” The bracelet was special to me — I found it at church on the anniversary of my maternal grandmother’s birthday. It is just a bunch of different colored beads — representing earth, water and sky on an elastic band. It gave me the idea to make Christmas presents for my girls one year.


I have to admit that I don’t always understand. If I’m honest, I’d have to admit that I seldom understand. But sometimes what happens leaves me completely confused. Before I have you completely confused, let me tell you what happened.

I attended the Body Mind Spirit Expo this weekend. During the event, I learned an acquaintance was celebrating her birthday the following day. I decided to send her a copy of GRANDMOTHER, which hadn’t published yet. One thing lead to another. I remembered that a friend from school was celebrating her birthday this week too and decided to send GRANDMOTHER to her also. It would probably be lovely if I had signed up at Blue Mountain to use their cards but so far, that hasn’t happened yet.

I had been off line for a few days and my e-mail had accumulated. In the process of deleting a lot of sale ads, I noticed an e-mail from my friend. She tried to access my blog without success. Was I still writing? I have to admit that I was concerned and tried to access my blog as if I was a stranger. I had no problem — I connected immediately.

Relieved, I sent her another e-mail. As I wrote the second e-mail, GRANDMOTHER appeared AGAIN???? I don’t know how that happened or why, some of my questions are not answered. But the good news is I received another subject to write about.

I had a lovely time at the Expo although I will admit that I was very tired the first day. We had just returned from our youngest daughters and I don’t travel as well as I used too. Of course if we have been away for more than a few days, I have a lot of work to catch up on.

One of the workshops I attended concerned using essential oils on animals. The presenter was very good and I came away with a lot of information that might help us with Robin. The presenter told me that Robin was a Diva. I can truthfully report that that information didn’t surprise me. When I told her that I thought Robin was a service dog, she replied that Robin senses the change in energy.

Robin sensed the change in the atmosphere today. The wind was blowing, freezing rain and snow. Her appetite was gone. She didn’t want to eat. I don’t know if she was frightened or stressed. She was very alert. Someday I might pay more attention to the weather and hold off breakfast or supper until the system passes. I didn’t think of using an essential oil to help. Maybe I will next time. Although we have had many dogs, Robin is definitely unique.

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