Hi there. Today was a good day that was busy early in the morn, demanding by 8:30 a.m., when I spoke, and improved by the hour, as the day moved forward, until I crashed.
I spoke,
my third time there. My all was given. The response was heartening, was I glad. Appointments were made with four new people, in addition to seventeen others who submitted cards indicating interest in seeing me.
Afterwards, many greeted me, some picked my brain. I was touched that several clients attended. Most have not seen me give a talk, which is my most comfortable role, something I've done for decades. Connecting with them and hearing their feedback helped me know them better. I'm lucky. My work is exactly what I like doing: helping others.
At 4:30 a.m., that morning, I went to sleep after working on the outline throughout the night. The intense effort was after having it completed weeks ago, and working on it for a month-and-a-half. Giving a speech is an area where my latent perfectionism is allowed to reign. People were coming to hear me. I wanted to be sure what I offered was worthwhile. I woke up at 7:15., actually dreaming during this short interval from being awake."The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well." Ralph Waldo Emerson
After the event, my son, Pablo Jr. and I ate at the Englander Restaurant San Leandro. I'll need to try bangers and mash sometime. We discussed his job, followed by my receiving wise counsel regarding my business. Connecting with a business major---my son---provides areas of common sense and a perspective that I lack.
My physical and mental strength failed me, losing consciousness as the afternoon progressed. He took over the conversation, writing down supportive notes I want to act upon. I love my son. Any parent would be proud to have him as their son. I'm so fortunate having sons who are amazing men."A wise parent humors the desire for independent action, so as to become the friend and advisor when his absolute rule ceases." Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South
I arrived home at 4:00 p.m. and went to bed, sleeping for four hours. Life is good. I'm loved. No two days are the same. I was able to serve others this morning and my son ministered to me in the afternoon.
Tomorrow, I look forward to a special visit. I heading for bed. Joy is dancing within me, love fills my heart, God's peace comforts me. Life does not get richer than this. And for all of the above, I have an Attitude of Gratitude.
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Dear Innkeeper,
On this Tuesday night, I am grateful for...
1. The blessing of having one very difficult sushi chef/restaurant move to a new vendor. It was such a delightful relief, yet I had to seem circumspect, sad and a bit resigned - not easy but I pulled it off!
2. A light, measured and reasonable work day, in lieu of the fact my body was out of gas; "running on fumes."
3. Being able to deliver a Thanksgiving Holiday Gift Basket this morning, full of goodies my wife packed, to a dear friend who works very hard-long hours, at a free clinic in Berkeley.
4. A well-attended and productive Interfaith Team meeting tonight in our friends lovely Oakland Hills home.
5. Robitusin and sugar-free cough drops.
6. An NPR review of Dave Von Ronk's new album; 3 CD set. Dave was one of the founders of New York City's, Greenwich Village folk/blues music scene from the 50's.
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