I have been trying to post everyday but this morning I don't have a lot to say. So far my day has consisted of picking dust out of my fan on my laptop cooling pad. Now I am having an asthma attack as I am highly allergic to dust. 

My daughter is sick so I will have to take her to the walk-in clinic in the morning. Fairly certain she will need antibiotics. When she was very small and all the way up to grade 2 she was always sick. She missed more days of kindergarten and grade one than she actually attended. They knew her by name at the E.R. and the pediatric ward. Now she rarely gets sick and when she does she just keeps going and doesn't rest. Anyway, she is sick now and I think it is a little confusing to her. She keeps saying she will just have a nap and will feel fine. If I did not see her come out of me I would not know she was mine because I am a hypochondriac and milk every ache, pain and sniffle for what it is worth. 

All at once fall has arrived in my town, exactly on schedule. The air is damp and cold. Maybe it is time to put on the flannel bed sheets. As soon as I do that it will get hot again, proving that I control the weather. Bet you didn't know that.

Remember a few weeks back I mentioned my cousin died? My dad ran into his sister and she said I was the only one who sent a card. There were no phone calls or anything. At the time I had a bit of a bee in my bonnet because I had not heard from any of them since my mom died even though I have tried to contact them. Going against my need to pout I sent a card anyway, proving that kindness is always the right choice. My mother's death has taught me many things and one of them is always, always send a card when someone dies. It may not mean anything to the person receiving it but more than likely it will mean everything.

Kindness. I have been going over and over being kind that last few days. It seems a lesson is being taught to me because I keep coming across the word and the concept. It doesn't seem that anyone would admit that they were unkind, leaving to reason that most people think that they are kind. So what is it exactly? Treating others the way you want to be treated of course, but there has to be more to it than that.  Is it gentleness? Forgiving the faults of others? Being helpful? I am not 100% sure but I know I need more of it in my life. I am not always kind. I can be downright mean at times. I gossip. I get angry while driving and have flipped the bird. I can be impatient. When I act this way I don't like myself. What Ghandi said was true. An eye for an eye will make us all blind. He must not have intended that statement to only apply to the big times in life like war but in the small things as well. He must have meant it to mean when someone does something that hurts or offends us. My question is, how can I let go of hurtful things? I am human. I get angry and hurt. When someone hurts someone I love I am particularly unkind. If I really think about it, I don't think people intend to be cruel, hurtful or unkind to me. They too have stresses in life. They may do something that I totally take out of context. Maybe they are just ignorant or curious and their actions come across the wrong way.

Anyway, I don't know. It is something I need to work on.