(Perforated Lines--you can't resist 'em)

(happy boat man)

(left arrow) Sunday, January 28, 2001 (right arrow)

 

1:13 a.m. I post a photo from a few months back ... it has no significance for today except that it's: sunny. The man is: happy! He's fully enjoying his life and his moment and his strange hobby -- he's running his wooden boat with a steam engine, feeding it slices of kindling between posing for photos.

Being happy is a decision we make, just like any other. It has nothing to do with health, wealth, or luck. You either look around your own little kingdom and smile at what you see, or you don't. This man does, and did. I'm smiling as I write this. Why not?

I feel much better than I did early this morning. I took two aspirin and I took a clean dishtowel and I wet it and wrung it out and then I put it in the microwave for 35 seconds and then I put it on my face. Pressed it around my eyebrows and the bridge of my nose and took the moment to thank God for that short, sweet blast of electricity.

Just stumbling along.

But smiling. It's always better to smile. It's always better when you smile. Better smile now. That short, sweet blast.

 

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