Hi G-Fans!
I know last night's blog entry left you wanting, I didn't want to beat the dead horse of "she fell asleep on the counter again" again.... But she did and that was all I could get out of her last night. But, with today being a new day, and it being Saturday, and it being Saturday morning, a distraction of entering more on the blog is good. The more I can persuade the concierge to write with me on this, the less time she will clean, which will be better for me, as we know.
I want to start by saying I am rather shocked at the lack of well wishing that has gone on for my birthday. No big gala events, no trucks coming to the door loaded with surprise boxes, not so much of a grunt of Happy Birthday even....
Luckily I am a dog and every day is a pretty darn good day, so it really doesn't bother me as much as I let on. I gave the cold butt to the concierge this morning... I got on the couch with her, but wouldn't let her touch me and I wouldn't snuggle up to her...
A girl has to have standards you know.
Anyway. with that being said, the concierge has asked to insert her two cents today, so as my gift to her, I have granted her permission. She had better not paint any unflattering pictures or scenarios involving me, and I categorically deny anything she may assert that might implicate me in any wrong doing or unflattering actions.
With that said...
The keyboard is the concierge's...
Hi G-Fans...
I just have to share my piece of heaven this morning.
I had adequate rest and apologize for thwarting the creative impulses of Grace due to exhaustion. She has, however, been quite indulgent of me and I appreciate that.
Back to this morning...
I got up to birds whistling and singing and bees abuzzing. The sun is shining and there is a gentle, pleasant breeze. I took my morning cup of tea with local honey and fresh squeezed lemon and sat on my deck in a perfect sun spot. Oh, I also made rye toast with a full helping of butter melted in. As I sat in the chair listening to the sounds of spring, eating delicious toast, sipping delightful tea, feeling no pressure to have to be anywhere, drive anywhere,, take care of anything in particular and feeling the sun warming my skin and the breeze gently wafting through my hair and tickling my skin, I though to myself (and to God), "This is what heaven is... at least as close as we can get from here." God was pleased that I recognized his gift.
I have a neighbor, however, who occasionally punctuated my bliss with guttural rumbles from his throat and lungs from excessive cigarette smoking (is there really any other kind?). But, it was a manageable noise to screen out as it wasn't constant. But then, he decided that he needed to talk on the phone.
Shattered.
Apparently, the person who he was speaking with has a mutual acquaintance who my neighbor spoke with at the WalMart parking lot while riding his bicycle (he repeated this interaction three times to his phone companion). And, apparently, since his Wednesday encounter with this person, 911 had to be called twice and DCF for should be involved... When describing his interactions and activities the F-bomb was colorfully inserted. Why does that word get used as an adjective so often? How is it describing anything more fully? Now, granted I have been know to use it on occasion, but..... there's a limit.
DO we know how we impact one another with the choices we make?
Do we shatter a person's peaceful enjoyment of nirvana simply by making a phone call?
I guess the tricky part of living on this earth is holding all the differences and still being able to hold onto the slices of heaven that come our way.
I will tell you that I spent a portion of my time trying to will a bubble of silence around my neighbor, which did occur once the phone call was over and he went inside. So, I am happily listening, again, to distant dogs barking, birds singing their awesome spring-time songs, and toenails tapping against the aging wooden planks on my deck. Even the cars driving by are part of the background sounds. I smell the blooming blossoms mixed with dirt and other earthy smells, and Grace has allowed me to rub her butt in forgiveness of my transgressions for her birthday.
So, Grace is right, each day is pretty darn good... Some days are truly more challenging than others, but if I have learned anything from the job I am currently doing, taking time to breathe, listen and share make it all worthwhile :)
Thanks Grace for letting me share and always reminding me to be here and now, and that there is always something good to catch and it is always good to forgive!
Happy Birthday Sweetheart,!!
(A day late...)
As she says...
TTFN!
The Concierge
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