Every time in recent memory that I have stayed out so late that I didn’t wake up until well into the afternoon, it’s been without fail a picture-perfect, gorgeous day. While it’s nice to know that I have such precise control over so-called acts of God, especially with something so enjoyable as going out down to the bar, I wish it wouldn’t rain so much on days when I get up really early, like today.
How great thy thoughts are, my son. Many people witness the truth, yet few remark it truly.
An example: “If I don’t carry my umbrella, it rains.” And “Let your smile be your umbrella.” The passive interpretation would be that by not smiling we bring rain. On a day long ago, I needed to get to my car in a downpour. I decided to ACT on this circumstance. I turned my smile to the sky, turned on my X-ray vision and could see the sunshine beyound the cloud cover.
Just then a car went by and splashed me in such a way that I was soaked even to the cotton in my underpants. (Sorry, son, but now your friends know.)
That’s when I had to laugh out loud. And the rain stopped!! That’s right! Three hours later THE RAIN STOPPED!
And lo-o-ong before THAT, I got home and changed my underwear. What a family we are.
Love,
Yo Madre