Having a great day does not necessarily mean everything is going the way you want it to go or that you are getting everything that you want. Now I had a great day today. I woke up about two hours earlier than I wanted, to a dog in pain. My wife and I both tried to comfort it, we gave it pain pills before they were due, but still the dog cried out in pain and shook and shivered no matter what we did. We have had the dog to the vet twice this week but we can't figure out how to stop the pain. I cut my breakfast short and started on my commute to work. I got there in time to tune into the morning call before it started. After the call I pulled my nine hour shift. I don't like nine hour shifts but they are a fact of life. After the shift I started my long commute home (long to me, I am sure other people have much longer commutes than I so I shouldn't complain). Once home, I sat for an hour and a half comforting my dog. It is now 11:00 PM, I have not had my supper yet and I did not get as much done on MPM as I had hoped.
I did not tell you all of this to make you think I am working hard. No, I am telling you this because I want you to know that not everything went the way I wanted it to but still I HAD A GREAT DAY! I would not trade it for any other day. This is the day that I was supposed to have, and mind you there were many blessings through out the day--so many that I did not have time to count them all. We all have many blessings every day but we sometimes concentrate so hard on the things we didn't like that we fail to see the blessings. Many times we fail to see the blessings because they are disguised as something we don't like. Anyway, I want you to know that I had a really great day today. My prayer for each and everyone of you is that you have a great day tomorrow. At the end of the day you will know if you had a great day if you can name at least one blessing you received during the day that came disguised as a problem.
bzm: I am really glad to hear that Big Z likes the keyboard. I like all kinds of music.I played in a band when I was young but now that I am old I make guitars and flutes for a hobby. I have a special message for Big Z: pleas find the time, at your convenience, to clear your mind of all distractions and listen to Philip's story. When you are done, please make a comment on my blog site telling me what you thought of Philip's story. Big Z, would you do that for me?
Tom ~{}~
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Dear Tom,
Thank you for your lovely post. As seems to happen these days with you sweet Boot Campers, a tear comes to my eyes as I read the beauty of your words. It was a good day, indeed. Thank you.
I will keep your doggie in my prayers. Our pets (though we don't have any of our own here, Big Z has a cat at his Dad's) are our precious family, too.
Thank you for giving Big Z a message, Tom. I will deliver it to him, and with your request, he will likely listen to Phillip's message sooner than if I ask him.
Big Z has a guitar, however, much as he tried to emulate an older friend of his, he just didn't take to it as he has piano. His great, great grandmother was an excellent pianist, though, I was so small that I don't remember hearing her sweet melodies. Music is a wonderful healing agent. Would love to see some of your creations one day . . .
I hope you found a nourishing dinner and you have nourishing sleep tonight.
Enjoy.
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