Every once in awhile something happens to remind you that there are truly angels among us. And, they're not always the ones in need.
This last Friday, since JBP and I had the day off school, I decided to take him to the movies.
I had one credit card on me for the tickets and about $10 cash for snacks and the arcade.
What I forgot about until we were walking in the door was that the credit card I had on me isn't universally accepted, including at this theatre. The theatre also does not accept checks.
I made a desperation attempt to get a cash advance on my credit card at the ATM, but had never set up a PIN for it. So, I ended up borrowing $2 from JBP in order to buy the tickets in cash. That left us with no money for nibbles or arcade games.
JBP wasn't happy about that, but willing to lend me the money.
Afterward, the guy who'd been behind us in line came up to JBP and handed him a $10 bill, telling him to buy something for his mother. It was more than enough for a snack and money for the arcades.
JBP and I both said a little prayer of thanks. And I "gave" the money back this Sabbath at church.
The incident was as embarrassing as anything for me. But, a good reminder of how little such random acts of kindness take and what a big difference they can make in someone's life.
Nimitz' Lady
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Nimitz In Training
The Nimitz family has grown by one more member. My mother came to visit over Spring Break. She brought with her her two cats, one a formerly wild male kitten she'd caught and had fixed. She was trying to find him a permanent home. He chose ours.
When it came time to pack up and leave, he hid in the utility room (with access between the floors!) and didn't come out until my mom was home -- a 2.5 hour trip!
The new young one reminds me so much of Nimitz when he was a young-un'. Similar coloring, same catitude, everything. And he's not afraid to demand attention.
We "kept" him on a trial basis. If after a couple of weeks we decided the other cats weren't dealing well with him, in other words if they were expressing their displeasure with bodily discharges!, then I'd make an extra trip to return the little imp to my mom.
Some three weeks later he's still with us, and learning quickly. He's dealing well with the 81 lb dog and still trying to make friends with Nimitz and Chicken Cat. They're still not so sure about the whole thing, but haven't let loose with any maloderous comments.
Of course, due to his wild heritage, he's still having trouble adjusting to two-leg hours, i.e. awake during the day and sleeping at night. So, we have to lock him, and consequently all the cats, out of our room at night if we're going to get any sleep. Otherwise, we're awakened around midnight by a small black furry monster playing Chase-The-Tale on our legs.
My mother had dubbed him Squiggles, because he's constantly in motion. But he looks and acts so much like Nimitz I've taken to referring to them as Old Man and Young Man. Not sure if they approve, though!
Nimitz' Lady
When it came time to pack up and leave, he hid in the utility room (with access between the floors!) and didn't come out until my mom was home -- a 2.5 hour trip!
The new young one reminds me so much of Nimitz when he was a young-un'. Similar coloring, same catitude, everything. And he's not afraid to demand attention.
We "kept" him on a trial basis. If after a couple of weeks we decided the other cats weren't dealing well with him, in other words if they were expressing their displeasure with bodily discharges!, then I'd make an extra trip to return the little imp to my mom.
Some three weeks later he's still with us, and learning quickly. He's dealing well with the 81 lb dog and still trying to make friends with Nimitz and Chicken Cat. They're still not so sure about the whole thing, but haven't let loose with any maloderous comments.
Of course, due to his wild heritage, he's still having trouble adjusting to two-leg hours, i.e. awake during the day and sleeping at night. So, we have to lock him, and consequently all the cats, out of our room at night if we're going to get any sleep. Otherwise, we're awakened around midnight by a small black furry monster playing Chase-The-Tale on our legs.
My mother had dubbed him Squiggles, because he's constantly in motion. But he looks and acts so much like Nimitz I've taken to referring to them as Old Man and Young Man. Not sure if they approve, though!
Nimitz' Lady
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