Donner's Visit

Well, I had a blast with the Don, awesome most wonderful mutant brat that he is. We hit the water park like I said we would, and of course he grumbled when I kept putting sunscreen on him. I had to remind him a couple times tht it was for his own good and all, and he was actually pretty goodhearted about it. And he didn't burn which is the reason I did it in the first place.

But did I take my own advice? Of course not. I GOT FRIED. My back was totally lobster-worthy. Too much time in the wave pool I think. But I missed the ocean, and I really loved floating on the waves and and and... sigh.

And that night when we got home, we got an invite from the Drow (thank you Kilashandrah) to run up to the event for a few hours. Here I am all burned, owey, tender, little sick to my stomach and kinda dizzy. So OF COURSE I said yes, and threw some garb to the boy and threw some garb on me. Was ready in 30 minutes. Ok, maybe just over 30 minutes. I got food, which I'd kinda forgotten that day. (FOOOOOOD - GOOOOOOD) and walked around with the Drow Priestess for a while before getting massively tired/achy/dizzy again. Ended up spending the entire night quest in the back of Darkness's truck, asleep. *sigh*

But the boy had a blast! He hung out with Kenders, and Tinkers, and only got killed 5 times or so before the quest was over. Least that's what he told me.

And where does work come in to all this? Being as I didn't have to work until second shift, I figured I'd just sleep in, right? So I took some pain meds and crashed, the sound of the Donovan tap-tap-tapping on the computer keys in my ears.

Ever have one of those wake ups where suddenly you are sitting up in bed going "OH SHIT I'm Late?" It was one of those. I didn't work second shift that day, I worked first.

And I was late.

*insert general eye rolling here*

AND SO ANYWAYS! All in all had a wonderful Time with Don. Brought him back down on Monday after working all night, and went to one of his counseling sessions. Eye opening to say the least. And hid out in my room last couple days feeling blah, and missing him. But yea, I think I'm ready to get out there and see the world, long as I hide from that big yellow glowy thing in the sky.

My friend asked a question...

A dear friend posted a question on her lj, asking a simple question. One that has had me perplexed for two days now, trying to come up with the answer. Her question was about kindness. A single kind act, one of the kindest I'd ever witnessed. Or if not the act, then someone kind that I know.

And I'm stumped. Why? Because I'm not sure how to classify it. And when I think about it, my mind goes suddenly blank. Kindness as to when my roomie Becky found a hurt squirrel and brought it home and helped it heal rather than to walk on by and let nature take it's course?

Kindness as in Coll rescuing my from my ex, inviting me to live with her last year and getting me out of a wicked bad situation?

Kindness as in watching someone in a busy ER take a few extra minutes and hold an old man's hand An old man who had the shakes and was hallucinating. But they held his hand so that he knew there was something real in the midst of all the madness, just to help him hang on a little longer until the medication started working?

Kindness as in running out of oil and out of nowhere suddenly having friends drop off a trailer full of wood to burn in the woodstove so you and your roomates wouldn't freeze in the middle of winter?

I've seen it, witnessed it done a million times in a million ways, both large and small. And yet trying to focus on a single time, or the single solitary most kind act ever witnessed? I can't seem to do it.

Strange, huh? Ebonbird, hon. I'm still trying, honest I am.