The choice between a good day and a bad day

Yesterday was an excellent day in disguise. Or it was a bad day and I was unaware of it.

The surprise snow visitation turned our little Puget Sound world on its side, as it is prone to do when we see a 3+ inch accumulation of the stuff. We see snow so infrequently we aren’t sure how to manage our vehicles in it all too well. I certainly can be counted among those, as I failed to make it up our ice ridden hill in the pickup and I won’t even try to take my Miata out in the snow, a car with rear wheel drive that weighs as much as me.

Lately the drives back and forth to work have been an excellent time to review the material for a new radio show I’ve very recently started, but that opportunity was thwarted by the drive sharing of our only all-wheel drive vehicle. My wife drove me into work in the morning and picked me up in the afternoon, which actually allowed me an extra hour  with her the last two days. With her insanely long work days which has left her pretty blown out afterwards due to a very hectic move of the business, the extra time to visit with her has been a blessing.

The snow had shifted the tasks I was able to do at work. As a cart full of computers will not roll a half mile in snow and I was without a vehicle, deployment of computers was deferred, which had been assigned as my primary task during the mid-winter school break. Instead, being snowbound relegated me to an all day cleaning of computers, which entails blowing six years of dust from the insides of the machines, outside in the cold, swirling gales of human dermal remnants dancing in a cloud around me, the hiss and growl of the air compressor drowning out all other sounds. This afforded me an opportunity to run through the radio material cloaked in a convenient sound barrier.

The musical chairs of scheduled events created by the snow’s visit forced me to push back an appointment to get my hair cut on Thursday. The sweetness of capping a work week off with a drive straight home to a comfy warm homestead on a Friday night was replaced by a run downtown to sit in a barber chair for close to an hour, that sweet cozy couch and the welcoming dance of dogs now a bit further out in the future of my afternoon. An hour later and an inch shorter, I met Jacque at the car where we realized it was happy hour at one of our favorite restaurants only two blocks over. When we arrived we were told it would be a twenty minute wait. I’m not sure why we were okay with that, as exhausted as we both were. The wait felt like ten minutes. The dinner was excellent, for less than half what it would have normally cost.

I reflect on the events of yesterday with mild amusement. At the bottom of each of these events appeared what might have been an irritant in the shell of an oyster. Yet all in all it was a pearl of a day. All the elements of a frustrating day were there, just waiting for me to pick them to play on my team. I simply chose not to play the “bad day” game.


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David Dear

David Dear suddenly became interested in the exploration of metaphysics shortly after the Harmonic Convergence of 1987. Over the next 25 years he became proficient in reading Tarot and astrological natal charts, learned past life regression and Thought Field Therapy, and became attuned in Chios and is a Usui Reiki master. David has the innate ability to perceive aspects of reality on a multidimensional level and is naturally telepathic. He has a bachelor's degree in metaphysical theology and is an ordained metaphysical minister and licensed metaphysical practitioner. David currently lives in Tacoma, Washington with his wife/best friend, two dogs and one cat.

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