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13 November 2018
World Kindness Day is celebrated annually on
13th November. On this day, participants attempt to make the world a better
place by celebrating and promoting good deeds and pledging acts of kindness,
either as individuals or as organizations.
Given tweets by our great leader and actions by him recently, I'd be willing to bet that the United States is not one of the 28 nations involved...and if it was originally, which I'm sure it was, he probably took us out of the group. Kindness is not in his vocabulary.
(there are also 50 nations who signed on to battle threats to cyber security in Paris and the 3 glaring exceptions to this group are: N. Korea, Russia, and the U.S. No wonder he and Putin exchanged happy grins and a thumbs up)
But none of this is "kind" and I guess the kindest thing I can do for our great leader today is not mention him at all. (The Thumper rule: If you can't say something nice, don't say nothing at all.")
Kudo kindness today goes to Ned, who called before he went shopping to make sure we didn't need anything (he will be here tomorrow to take me to the doctor's).
It also goes to Jeri, who is going to fly out from Boston just for a weekend, because she feels so helpless to do anything for us from so far away.
And to Tom, who is going to come up here with the family just because we have been unable to get to Santa Barbara and he wants us to have time with Brianna and Lacie.
I'm so happy that we have raised "kind" children.
Walt and I will be staying home today, so there is not much chance to be "kind" to anyone, face to face, but I did think of Jeri when I made eye contact with a woman at Kaiser yesterday and made sure to give her a big smile.
People in Davis are rallying around the victims of the N. California fires. The big fire is about 100 miles north of us but we are getting so much smoke that people are wearing masks when we go out. My eyes were burning on the drive home from Kaiser yesterday.
I haven't had to think about masks for bad air since we were in Portland in 1981 and saw the ashes from Mt. St. Helen, which had erupted a week or so before.
There are stories on Facebook and in the local newspaper of people who have lost everything -- town Paradise is destroyed. Walt received an email from his former secretary who said that three of her family members and their families have lost everything.
I missed the deadline for getting donations to a group that was taking things like bedding and clothing. I have a lot of sheets that can be donated, if I can find someone to take them to the victims.
So I can't find anyone in my neighborhood to be directly kind to, but as this entry is very boring, it is putting me to sleep, so I think I will be kind to myself and take a nap
PHOTO OF THE DAY
Ned and Paul in Oregon, after Mt. St. Helen
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