June 27th, 1978: On Human Kindness and Greater Love

Today the milk of human kindness was overflowing for Peter.  He took his Bat plane with launcher to Vicky Plaza's house and it wound up on the roof.  Mark, Vicky's brother (and Pete's idol),  went to Bonanza 88 and bought Pete a new plane with his own money!

Yai Kido came by, back from California, and brought Pete a cup and pitcher with faces and feet.  The lid of the pitcher is a baseball cap (and our old ordinary one had a cracked handle).  Pete was drinking lemonade out of his new cup all afternoon.

We went to Marilyn Cates' house for dinner and Pete fell out of the swing and cried.  Little Christen offered him the best consultation she could think of; her teddy bear: "You want bear? You want bear?"

When we got home, Lorraine Bennett was just leaving and she'd left Pete 3 shirts( one with a funny gorilla he loved on sight) and a luminous figure of a boy kneeling that says "God is Love" to replace his luminous Jesus (knocked behind his dresser and broken).   He missed his Jesus in the dark and was very happy to be reminded of God's love...but the funny thing about all this is that my father says I spoil Pete by giving him too much!

Peter and I watched the sunset.  I'd never seen one like it.  The sun was hidden behind the black silhouettes of trees, but above it was a white bank of clouds.  They stood out in  four giant rays, exactly like a child's drawing of the sun-each ray outlined along its edges in white light.  As the sun set, the clouds blended together in a vast cushion of purple and pink.  I have seen the Aurora Borealis in all its shades of mauve, magenta, and pink in a Nebraskan sky, and a really blue moon behind a San Francisco fog.  I once saw the full moon in San Francisco with the pale circles of light around it.  I thought surely they were an ominous portent-but nothing happened.  When I left Hawaii, the poinsettias were aflame up the mountains, giving way to pink cliffs and the darker green of trees atop the Pali and a triple rainbow arched across the island reaching to each side.  In France, even the air is pink and rain washed like an Utrillo canvas...BUT, as Lorraine said, "Tonight's sunset only needs Jesus to complete it"