Today was wash day.
I woke up happy, to a lovely rainy morning with cool breezes and a pet bird in a good mood (pet bird not in a good mood means Mom is not in a good mood).
I stripped the bed, made the rounds picking up Mommy towels and birdie towels, and trundled it all down to the local washateria, where the proprietor had the television set to CNN on full volume.
In the space of literally less than five minutes, the good mood faded as I was informed about a Secret Service sex scandal, casualties from a bombing in Afghanistan, a new form of popular plastic surgery sweeping the nation, and an attempt to tax the “haves” in this country that would most surely be quickly tabled.
My world can encourage or repel deadly emotional weather – the choice is mine alone.
Suddenly the gentle rain and dark clouds no longer seemed refreshing and nourishing to the parched Houston earth, but ominous and threatening, with a spiraling tornado of doom hidden behind every bank of dark clouds.
But this is the world we live in. It just is. It doesn’t mean this has to be the world I personally live in each and every day.