“I’m Feeling Lucky”
“I’m Feeling Lucky” is a button on my photo editing program, Picasa. When you hit the “I’m Feeling Lucky” button 99% of the time that will be the only color temperature, shadow depth, highlight enhancing or general tuning you will need to do to your photograph. I like to roll the dice on that button every time.
But some days, like today, that button doesn’t just enhance the depth and contrasts in my morning’s photo, it reminds me of the depth and contrasts in my life — I’m feeling lucky.
I began my day a bit irritated. Big Man called early (not realizing that there was no school today and Shane and I had stayed up late watching movies). I told him grumpily that I’d call him back at a more convenient hour.
I got out of bed and walked, no, stumbled zombie-like towards the coffee maker while an incessant “arf arf ARF!” coming through my open kitchen window — much like the “bang bang BANG!” of a sinus/allergy/too-much-ice-cream-at-too-late-an-hour-in-the-Fall hangover — begins to penetrate my brain.
Ah ha, there are people parked in my backyard.
My border collie, JessieDog, was concerned that there was a dog in distress. (Or perhaps she was just as irritated as I was at the incessant YAP and was asking me to go shut that damn dog up, I’m not sure — she isn’t as clear a communicator as Buddy the WonderDog.)
I stomped outside to ask that they move their vehicles into the designated parking area – far away from my kitchen window – and there isn’t a soul to be found. I looked into the back of the Toyota to find…
Awwww. How can you be mad at that face? Poor thing had quite a tale to tell of the sorrow of being left behind — actually, we “talked” for quite a while, this is a very vocal Griffon!
After hearing his sad tale of being left behind by Dad and the big dogs and helplessly softened by compassion for a lonely fuzz face in distress, I thought: “I Feel Lucky.”
Lucky to be breathing, walking, making new friends in my own backyard. Lucky to see blue skies and feel cool summer breezes. Lucky to be able to answer the call of a puppy in distress, even if it is just emotional distress, and lucky to be able to lend a little comfort…
That is, before I tell those dang people to get move their dang trucks outta my backyard and get their dang dogs to shut up. I’m only human. Mostly. 😀
“I have always believed that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.” –Hermann Hesse
BTW, the Design Wall has been updated today. I hope to have this Christmas version of the Roundabout Road finished by the next BOM at Quilter’s Junction a week from now. Woo hoo!