Need an Upper? Everybody does
- I have a home (the recent Occupy Seattle-whatever-space-is-available protests depict folks living in tents)
- It has clean toilet seats (did you see today’s data of public toilet seats? Mom always did know best)
- My kids are healthy
Clean fannies and a roof aside, I was still a grump. I kept going, thinking about a story from a few years ago.
- I was able to have healthy children and live. (see photo and caption)
- We weren’t robbed a few months back like our neighbor four doors down. Side note-Our quiet little row of 16 homes on a hill is nary a stones throw from the local Sherriff’s office. Of course, had they tried to pry open the gate, Rog was home alone, w/our pitpull and the guns were loaded (interestingly I’d just asked him to clean them yesterday). I feel badly for our neighbors, who had their door busted open and every bit of portable goods, including cash and jewelry, were taken. 45 yrs of acquired goods gone. This is potentially the only upside of our home with a street view–it makes it a bit harder for theives trying to jump the fence (their home was down a curved road and completely out of view from the street.
- We haven’t had a natural disaster, drought or a heat wave, thereby giving us enough water and electricity.
- The large rock that rolled down from our pond didn’t hit our driveway (whew)
I could go on, (and I did, for about another five minutes). It didn’t take long for me to raise my thick head out of the ground, have a whole new perspective and say ‘wow, I really am very, very blessed.’ All in under five minutes. The grey on my day turned to a much nicer, warmer color.
My mom refers to incidences where we are saved from irritations large and small as life’s tender mercies. The cynic in me refers to them as ‘near-misses.’ Whatever you call them, and whatever the impetus for the exercise, try it. Grey days are overrated.