Today’s a special day here in the US; it’s a holiday. Today’s the day we reflect on the value of one man’s integrity to assume the responsibility of being true to himself and mankind -to say nothing of having been brave enough to do it. I think of the day in more pervasive terms; I think we should celebrate and honor the compassion history of all humanitarians -from the local hero or volunteer- to Nobel Peace Prize winners. Our social guardians are our social consciences. Without a social conscience, how could we really be human? Without social guardians, our social priorities would not evolve and I’m a firm believer in that a society should not be measured in by how well it treats it’s best citizens but in how well it treats it’s worst ones.
I’m not working today. The boy’s not in school either -did any of you get the day off? If you’re an entrepreneur, you often don’t. And don’t I know it. Today I didn’t feel like blogging. Most of my files are on my computer at work and if the post office is closed, I usually take the day off too.
Instead, I did some cleaning. I use the term “cleaning” loosely. My attentiveness to household chores is either off or on. I vacillate between “german lady” cleaning and “Why make the bed and do the dishes? Six months later I have to do it all over again” (from an email signature I read). If my hemming solution for pants involves duct tape and staplers, my equivalent cleaning practices won’t be much better.
I do have to do a chore I haven’t even started with. I have to fix the yard to keep one of my cats from getting out. My boy-cat got out on Friday (13th wasn’t so lucky for him) and got taken into cat-custody by the cat-cops. ‘Course I didn’t figure out he’d been cat-arrested until after we toured the cat-cages at the cat-klink a whole day later. He was so freaked out and probably as glad to see us as we were to see him. He’s a pill, that one.