“Well that is certainly an omen that we are going to have a good day,” I said to my husband one morning last week. He had just gotten up, discovered two furballs on the bathroom floor and cleaned up the mess.
In case you think I was being sarcastic, I wasn’t in the least. Our house is 85% carpeted and soggy furballs plus half-digested stomach contents are a snap to clean up from a tiled bathroom floor. Since the statistical chance of those furballs being catapulted on the tile was very low, we had a stroke of good luck.
The cliche about the half empty or half full glass has some basis in fact. We do get to choose our viewpoints of events.
It would be extremely easy these days to slip into the glass half empty syndrome. Events completely beyond our individual control are hurtling at us from all directions. If you think this is hyperbole, just read the morning news.
But there is good news. We can still find small moments of grace and blessings in our personal lives. For example, my cousin recommended an author to me she thought I might enjoy. I subsequently got one of Alice Steinbach’s books, Educating Alice, and savored every page. I then had my library retrieve her other two books and was equally delighted with them.
And then there’s our furnace. It’s 26 years old and has chosen (thus far) not to break down this winter. Ditto for the dryer. The last time the Maytag repairman visited, he told us that this was the last miracle he could perform. The miracle seems to be having a long shelf life…there have been no screeching sounds coming from the laundry room.
The grocery store was good to me last week as well. I found every item on my list including the Brownberry Ovens Original Wheat Bread which is not delivered to my store in great quantities. I have been eating that bread since I’ve been seven years old and do not intend to stop now.
In summation, I’m booked, warm, dry, well fed and have a husband who will clean up furballs. I must say my glass overfloweth.
Now, if that was gin in that glass, and you found it half empty after your husband had to clean up the fur balls…….!
Phil, every time I read your comment, I still break out laughing. Yep, after a day filled with those yucky furballs and you too would be doing the “half-glass” furball gin dance.
Good to hear. Stay warm & safe.