Thank you for all your kind responses to the BULLY FOR YOU posts.
I remember seeing a Monty Python sketch years ago in which a man kept saying "my brain hurts." I remember laughing at it, but I don't know why it was funny. Maybe it was the way he said it.
I didn't write MOVIE WEEKEND today because I've been busy trying to hire a new yard guy (Original Yard Guy hasn't been here since the end of June so my yard is a jungle). I think I have found the man for the job. He's not as cute as Original Yard Guy, but sometimes we have to make sacrifices.
I also didn't write because my brain hurts. My eyes are tired. My head hurts.
However, I had a lovely experience yesterday. I went to an appointment, which went very well, and on my way home I stopped to have lunch at a restaurant I usually don't visit. A woman with three young children was sitting near me. Two boys and a girl. The servers came out and announced that the little girl was there for her eighth birthday. The servers asked the customers to join them in singing happy birthday to her.
Many of us joined in the song and applauded her. I caught the little girl's eye and said happy birthday. She said thank you. Her eyes were beautiful, filled with hope and love and goodness.
When I left, I went over to the table and said, Normally it's not okay to take gifts from strangers, but since you're with an adult I want to give you a birthday present.
I gave her some money and told her I hoped she would buy at least one book. She jumped up and dashed to my side to hug me. I felt I was in the presence of pure love and gratitude.
Then they said that one of the boys will have his birthday on August first, so I had to give him a gift, and I couldn't leave out the third child.
The lady who was with them turned out to be their great-grandmother. She said she has permanent custody of the children because their parents abandoned them. A year ago the children were homeless and foodless and alone, she told me. I was impressed that she was so calm with the children and corrected their behavior if she thought they were too loud. They weren't badly behaved at all, though.
Love and intelligence shone in their eyes.
She said I had blessed her life by giving something to the children, but, really, the children blessed my life. They hugged me and thanked me over and over again. As I left, they called out, Thank you, Janie. We love you.
I had tears in my eyes as I walked to my car. I felt so overwhelmed I could hardly think.
God has blessed me. I wouldn't have had enough money to give gifts to those children if Willy Dunne Wooters hadn't helped me.
We live in a circle of life and love. The circle--the image of perfection. The image of endlessness.
No sharp corners for me.
I'll try to write MOVIE WEEKEND tomorrow. I know how lost you are without it. tee hee
Infinities of love,
|Faulkner died July 27th, 2010.|
|The Hurricane was born July 31st, 1986.|
This photo is not meant to indicate that she is an ass.
Rather, she enjoyed a visit to a donkey sanctuary several years ago on her birthday.