Hello and welcome back to the holidays in the Dogpound. I am not sure if we will have an issue or not with Thanksgiving being on Thursday, but I will dutifully prepare one. Either way I am, for the first time in a while, on time for a holiday article, or I will be like that Thanksgiving turkey in your refrigerator, a leftover you enjoy long after the event has passed. Anyway, in any event, it is time to count our blessings both big and small. Especially the small ones, those that you see every day and enjoy every day, but they just kind of fly under the radar because they are always there, always around you, things you just never think about because they are just there. I know it sounds a bit petty, but really think about it when was the last time you were thankful when you turned on the shower and nice hot warm came out and not cold water? Or no water at all? Or you were driving to work already thinking about the busy day you have ahead of you, then the sun rises above the horizon, the sky turns into a cascade of red and gold, and for a few minutes you forget all about your boss’s meeting? Another chance to be thankful. Or you can’t find a close parking spot near the store, you are in a hurry, and you have to park on the far fringes of the cold, wet parking lot. You briskly walk into the store, and instead of complaining that the parking lot is full, you give thanks that you are healthy enough to walk the extra 100 feet to the store. Actually, there is no limit to giving thanks, but sometimes we have to be reminded that there are blessings all around us. It is just import that we stop, see, appreciate, and give thanks.
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“The unthankful heart discovers no mercies; but the thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings.” – Henry Ward Beecher
Overheard: “I hate housework. You make the beds, you do the dishes, and six months later you have to do them all over again.”
A guy in a taxi wanted to speak to the driver, so he leaned forward and tapped him on the shoulder. The driver screamed, jumped up in the air and yanked the wheel over. The car mounted the curb, demolished a lamppost and came to a stop inches from a shop window. The startled passenger said, “I didn’t mean to frighten you, I just wanted to ask you something.” The taxi driver said, “It’s not your fault, sir. It’s my first day as a cab driver. I’ve been driving a hearse for the past 25 years!”
A pastor awoke one morning to find a dead donkey in his front yard. He had no idea how it got there but knew he had to get rid of it. He called the sanitation department, the health department, and several other agencies, but no one seemed able to help him. In desperation, the good reverend called the mayor and asked what could be done. The mayor must have been having a bad day. “Why bother me?” he asked. “You’re a preacher; it’s your job to bury the dead.” The pastor lost his cool, “Yes,” he snapped, “but I thought I should at least notify the next of kin.”
That is all I have today. As always be good, do good, play safe, and remember to give thanks for all things big and small. God bless and have a blessed Thanksgiving.