Weird.  I woke up with a song on my mind I have been listening to.  The part that is going over and over in my head is “Why does kindness seem revolutionary, when did hate become so ordinary.”
Occasionally I watch a show called “the Kindness Diaries.”  A guy travels around and meets  some extraordinary people and sleeps in his car unless he is offered a place to stay for the night.
It occurred to me this morning how ugly hate between people is.  I find it a strong word and one I do not like to use.  I have no problem hating some activities which while often justified by the perpetrator hurt the doer and the receiver.  But when someone expresses hatred of another, I invariably see something that I would prefer not to see.  It is interesting that when I look up hate there are associated words like contempt, anger and disgust.
It sort of seems appropriate that that has been in my mind.  I was wrapped at Merril’s immediate positive response but I offered to help a guy take what he needed to for something he was involved in.  The response was immediately affirmative and I knew it was the right thing.  We ended up staying and help things get set up.
Later we run a market where it is incredible value.  After that we are coming home for lunch then going to help with the pack up of an event.  After that we set up for something tomorrow.  That’s it.
But really it all comes back to what I hold to which is do to others as you would be done by.  I have found that where I am willing to help others are willing to help me.  To me kindness has its rewards.  I do not do it to get but do it because that’s the way I would like it done to me.  And I find it amazing that so often that is what happens.
This is late because of what we have been doing but so worth it I reckon.

Yesterday turned out differently to what I expected.
I had spoken to the people suppling the door for our dishwasher the day before and they said they would be here about lunchtime to install it.
Before then I thought I could mow the lawn.  I did that.  It was a bit dewy and the lawn proved to be more of a challenge than I had expected it to be.  But I did get it done.
When I was doing the front, someone pulled up and unloaded a drone.  I had never seen it before.  It was someone taking pictures of a place that was for sale.  I found it fascinating to watch it overhead.  I ended up talking with her briefly. 
The person who lives across the road also ended up coming for a chat.  He is around my age and talked about how he pays bills in person and gets encouraged to do it all online.  I reckon that will be the way but we are not there yet.  Judging by the disappearance of banks it is the way it is all heading.  Our only bank is in the valley, and we must do just about everything online.
Anyway after mowing, wiper snipping and blowing, I was finished and I was cactus.  I thought I would wait for the installation.  At around one I texted the person asking if they were still coming.  Turns out someone else had grabbed the door and omitted to contact me.  The installation is now set for Monday morning.
I needed to get onions for a Bunnings BBQ we are having on Saturday.  25 kgs of onions needed to be prepared.  I approach cutting onions like I am in a space suit.  I just can’t go on if the fumes get to me, so I am masked up, wear goggles and have a fan blowing on my face.  That is a today thing.
Alone with doing that I have a visit to the bank.  I have an appointment for it.  Plus we will visit “Containers for cash” and set up for the market we run tomorrow.  The electrician is also coming today to do some stuff we need done in the cabin.  As well we will deliver the cut onions someplace they are being picked up from tomorrow morning.
The day promises to be full and interesting.

Today’s home truth is borne of something I thought to myself earlier.  “Feelings are fickle.”
Sometimes I am a real list man and cross things off as they are done and enjoy a real feeling of accomplishment.  At other times despite a list I do not feel like doing anything.  I know I need to rest when my body tells me to rest.  Yet at other times I know my feelings are telling me something I do well to ignore.  I do things despite how I feel not because of how I feel.
There are undoubtedly times when I feel totally alone and unmotivated and wonder will I ever feel different again.  It reminds me of a time of drought in Townsville and I looked at the blue sky a and wondered if it would ever rain again.  It did.  Time goes quick, but in the midst of things sometimes it can seem time goes real slow.
It is amazing to me that I can be absorbed in something and the time seems to go by so fast.  I wonder to myself “where did that time go?”  While at other times it seems the clock has almost stopped and time drags.  Nothing is different except me and the way I feel.
That is why to me feelings are not my template.  I can be over the moon with excitement and I can be down in the dumps.  The way I feel is more to do with bio rhythms and news I get rather than the way things are. The person next to me can be as happy as Larry (Larry must have been a happy person) while I am the exact opposite - or it can be the other way around.
So to me it is important I look beyond my fleeting feelings to something more solid and secure.  I will not deny my feelings as they are the way I feel.  Yet I know the way I feel is temporary.  Whether I feel great or terrible the truth is constant.  When I feel bad, I know that all storms pass and I will feel different again.