I have been reading blogs for a while, commenting on a few, and writing my own for a couple of months. I have never before participated in Fun Monday before but here goes.

This week's topic is from Nikki who want us, without sounding like egocentric hornblowers, to tell you how wonderful and gracious and generous we all are. So without blowing my own horn, this was a terribly difficult assignment to pinpoint.

I started 2 weeks ago to try and figure out what grand gesture I might write about. The problem is that I am naturally cheerful, polite, courteous and all of the other stuff that the nuns instilled in me all of those years ago.

I smile at sales clerks, I talk to strangers in line behind me, I wave (using all my fingers) at oncoming traffic. I donate to the thrift store, I volunteer at my church, I feed stray dogs and pay for their vet bills until they are no longer strays, but mine. In short, aside from nominating myself for sainthood, I did not know what I would do that I did not already do.

I was talking to my 7 year old grandson about this; you know, talking about being nice and kind and generous and trying to figure out something special. He knew right away.

He told me to go to Ace Hardware and buy air masks and safety goggles for his "Grampits" because Grampits works in the caliche pit and it's dusty and nasty and all that stuff that's not supposed to go in his lungs is in his lungs and there's not room for air in there and that's what I should do.

So that's what I did - and what I shall continue to do. I spent the last two weeks reminding myself how special my husband is and telling him. I spent the last two weeks reminding myself that if I were as courteous and generous and kind to my family as I am to strangers, my life would be - and is - spectacularly blessed.

Thanks, little man.