7/13/10 Not saying mean stuff, helping a friend

This morning I was talking to someone ----and she asked me a question. If I had answered honestly, she would have felt bad. So, I lied and she felt great. I think of that as a good deed. Something in me wanted to say it like it was but . . . what would it accomplish to hurt someone. Why? It couldn't accomplish anything.

In late afternoon, I went to Nature's Market to pick up a few things for Rain and her family. I never do this shop on Tuesday, I shop on Wednesday for our Thursday trip to Bloomington . Tomorrow, (wednesday), I have a lot to do. So . . . . MKate was there. (It's her store) She looked stressed. In the old days, we used to process fresh fish for sale. I cut the fish and MKate bagged it . Since my accident, I haven't been able to stand for long periods. And we haven't done fresh fish for business reasons.

There was 50 lbs of fish in the frig. Who was going to help? It's not easy to cut the slices of fish into proper weight portions. I have a good eye, so I did the cuts very well. I was there to shop and then home to rest before teaching my yoga class.

But. . . MKate is my best friend and she needed help. I was able to stand for an hour, and I cut the fish just right. MKate didn't have to slave and we had fun.