Thanks.

Last night I went home and caught up on reading a few of the magazines that were piling up. It was nice to have quiet time to do this and I had some left over chicken and rice soup that I made Sunday. The soup warmed me up and I had this feeling that I needed to be doing something for someone else. Should I warm up soup and put them in their own containers and take them to homeless people? I considered this for a while. I'd have to go buy plastic spoons, which isn't a great idea but I can't take them soup w/o a spoon. The deed goes from good to pathetic. I work out all the details in my head and am about to start heating up the soup. It dawns on me that sometimes homeless people are mentally ill or other wise unstable beings. Not all of them but how am I to tell? It's 8pm and dark. Is this a good idea? Chris was asleep so I couldn't ask him to go with me. I then realized that he'd probably refuse to partake in this excursion and wouldn't let me go. He deals with the homeless. He deals with the drunks, addicts and street people. One of them shot and killed his uncle. I was sad to think that something that seemed so innocent became a possible danger. I guess its better to volunteer my time in a shelter or something that has supervision but I want my act of kindness to be solitary and on my own time. Turns out I'm a selfish bastard no matter what. Thanks-for-not-giving.

Buster did something cute and I missed it. There's no evidence and I feel like a mother who missed her kids first word or step. In this case I missed the time Buster got his head stuck in the trashcan lid in the bathroom and then managed to lock himself in the bathroom. Christopher heard some odd noises while sleeping yesterday and woke up to find Buster, busted. We have one of those trashcan lids that's a bubble and there's a swinging lid to deposit the trash. In trying to get into the trash he simply deposited his head and got it stuck. Christopher said he was walking around the house with it on his head and he couldn't get it off. He was too groggy to find the camera and Buster looked embarrassed and he felt bad for him. He took it off his head and sent him on his way. Oh how I wish we had a picture! It makes me chuckle just imagining it. Bus has little brother syndrome. He's always doing something ridiculous and making an ass of himself trying to be sly.