Gratitude

When you've got so much to say it's called gratitude.

Well that was the Beastie Boys, years ago. I've always thought the idea is super true. What is prayer? What is existence? How is it that I am here typing and not only thinking that I exist but thinking probably you do also???

So for starters a chicken evacuated chicken feces from its chicken buttocks onto my human being head a half hour ago. Not a big deal, right? We've had the chickens roosting in the front porch rafters for years. I'm bound to catch some chicken poo from time to time. And yeah, gee, I have. But it's mostly the firm sort that bounces off and you cleverly smile to yourself, thinking about your unspoken invincible nature.

Tonight the poo hit me well enough that some fell behind my glasses. Of course I was exhilarated and feeling blessed and all, but the bigger picture is this:

Not only was there still wet white poo left in my hair when I went into the bathroom; but there was brand new shampoo. Last night Liz and I stopped at the Rite Aid for supplies. Amongst other things we bought shampoo and conditioner. Buy-one-get-one-free you know. So I wound up recently washing my hair. And don't you know, right there was a bottle of Herbal Essences hydralicious (tm) shampoo and a bottle of Herbal Essences mandarin balm (tm) smoothing conditioner. Gee but do I feel pretty clean and goodly looked after at the moment. I mean like swimmingly so.

Lucky the chicken caught me square and proper.