Potpourri.
Thank God it's Friday.
I try to buy stuff kids are selling for school fundraisers whenever I can. It's doing my part. Today was payday, so I ordered cookbooks from the high school foreign exchange students, and five-year-old Roxy made a haul off of me with one of those fundraiser catalogs of Christmas items.
My friend lost her mom. Though I hadn't seen her in years, and hadn't been to a slumber party at Bridget's house featuring mud masks and Bon Jovi in just about as long, I mentally went there today (who needs pictures, with a memory like mine?). I've got the cds from that night, too. And Bridget is having her first baby this next week. I can't imagine.
Some people were discussing today that saying, "I'm sorry" more than once is a sign of weakness. Once upon a time, one of my friends was saying to another, "I'm too nice to you. I'm too nice to everybody."
I think that's okay. I think it's just fine to be too nice to everybody, as long as you develop a thick enough skin. My friend Duncan tells me, "Winnie the Pooh lives in the Hundred Acre Wood, where everyone knows he is Winnie the Pooh and treats him as such. You, however, live in the real world."
I believe, as life is short and everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle, we should just be plain ol' decent to each other, so there wouldn't have to be sorries.
Buy whatever kids are selling for school fundraisers. Be sweet to people. Don't sleep too late on Saturday. You know, the basics.
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