squirl, yep, no getting it back. Just starting now 🙂 Happy to you, too, sis.
nikki, I hope he has a pillow? Four o’clock will be fine; that’s why I posted the picture of my door, so you’ll know which one to come to 🙂 We’ll eat delicious things and play a rousing game of “What the hell does Shoshie’s husband do, in his crisp, starched boxers?”
karen, thank you. Truly.
ck, you don’t strike me as one who needs many reminders to be kind. However, your very comment reminds me about your friend, whom I did visit briefly, but whom I shall now remember to visit properly, and comment 🙂
jim, you trying to start something? It is a wreath; however, in case you are here accusicating and making demandments, it is NOT a Christmas wreath. It is, I’ll have you know, a WINTER wreath. It will be replaced, some 8-10 weeks from now by a Spring wreath, JIM. People have been here today, on posts old and new, calling me names, accusing me of horrible things . . . what have I ever done to you people? Be sweet to me, Jim, or I will tell Kneel Sedaka bad things about you, and you will NOT get that all-important second date.
dawn, aw, look at you in your pigtails! So cute! Thank you, sweetie.
The problem for me is: what is the “kindness” I need to do? It is easy for me to give food and drink, to welcome the stranger, to care for the sick and visit the prisoner.
It is the other, less well defined issues that concern me. Do I confront the drug addict with her addictions, knowing that it will alienate her from me and any other kindness I may be able to offer to keep her out of the gutter? Or do I wait until she hits rock bottom—and maybe death? Do I warn the fool the he is replaying his same old script that he has played out time and time again and that the in the 3rd act he will again end up abandoned and in pain? Those are the issues with which I struggle every day.
nina, you’re welcome, Happy Sunday to you and yours, too.
ssnick, I’m going to tell you what you already know: speak the truth in love. As for dealing with addicts, pardon my bluntness, but you have to get very real with yourself: is the “help” that you’re giving actually just serving the purpose of helping you feel better about doing *something*, or is it truly HELPING the person, in a big-picture kind of way? Very often, short-term, what we like to call “help,” is in fact a contribution to the perpetuation of the problem. I’ve done it. And I don’t do it anymore.
mrtl, yay! Thanks for letting me know. I hope it’s still that way.
casey, welcome, thanks for the kind words, and borrow away 🙂
eclectic, Occupational Jeopardy! *snork* What is . . . Philharmonic Conductor?
william, me, too. And you know I love you for looking it up 🙂
nikki, thanks for appreciating my winter wreath, unlike SOME people. Oh, dear, so Shoshie is hung-over, huh? Sorry to hear that. I’m a little concerned now about contributing to the delinquency of a niece; I hope no one gets in trouble :0
hoss, are you accusing me of being some sort of MERCHANT? Of selling something here? What is with you people today?
momo, that sounds like a lovely photo essay, your seasonal wreaths 🙂
jim, ohmylord. Now that you tell me that, and I go back and read your comment, I understand. See, I thought you were accusicating because of my recent procrastination confessions. So, you were being, um tactful by not saying, “Is someone DEAD there?” I do appreciate that, Jim, ’cause that would have freaked me right the eff out! Oh, honey; don’t mind me, I’ve had a very odd day. Not BAD, but odd. And yes, “the toes” gets you back in my good graces. They are cute, all eleven of them 🙂
bucky, you had to get Jim started again, didn’t you?
jim, no, my feet do not have CRABS. Bucky is, I am sure, referring to um, the um, popularity of that particular delicacy in my geographic region. So popular, in fact, that many people in this region have evolved to the point of having an extra toe to hold the FORK! OK?! sheesh, I’ll be glad when this day is over.
Even when the day’s over in the EST zone, Jim and I still have 3 WHOLE HOURS left of it to find ways to mess with you. So don’t go countin’ yer chickens, or toes, or whatever, just yet! 😉 Oh Ji–im, I need to talk with you…!
Anyway, what’s wrong with today? email@example.com — they don’t call us “counselor” for nuthin, y’know…
eclectic, well, dear, as I told someone, there are biological factors at play that set me up to be rather easily offended. Then there are bloggers at play, assuming that I’m having a funeral here, calling me names, questioning my motives . . . *sigh* Like that.
shoshie, S.O.L. is a very useful expression, under-used these days, in my opinion. OK, Sam is a . . . Eurologist?