“I don’t have the miracles I did in the early days of my practice,” my Chiropractor tells me, “people stopped believing in them.”
In 1938 Clyde Bristol wrote The Magic of Believing, and Phyllis Diller for one, and Angelia Lansbury for another applied the principles of believing, and look where they went. Jim Carrey placed a 5 million dollar check into his Dad’s coffin as an affirmation of how much he would make as an actor. The next movie, The Mask, paid him $5 million in salary.
We need to start believing again. Our subconscious will love us for it.
On the Hawaiian front, we are forging ahead on house renovation. When I told June, a friend in Eugene Oregon, how Daughter Darling and I carried a kitchen counter top, a U shape that fit the width of the kitchen, and complete with sink in place, over the refrigerator, over the table, jockeyed it beside a shelving unit, and screwed it out the door, she laughed and almost fell off her chair. “Write about it,” she said. Yes, but who but wonderful June would want to read it?
I didn’t think we could get that unit out the door, but when DD sets her mind to doing something she does it. Telling her I would place the house for sale when the kitchen was complete provided motivation that sent that kid in into the hyper-drive of a super hero.
After the new cabinets were in place, and the sink was removed, we carried the counter top back in. That counter has a melamine surface, very water proof, using it eliminates all that plywood, hard backer, you know, it worked and looks great with ceramic tile on the surface and the sink back in.
When Husband Dear was in the hospital I painted the one wall behind the cabinets red. I told him, “You are going to be shocked.“ He said, “I figured.“
It looks great.
I grumbled a lot at more house renovations, but you know how it is before you put your house up for sale you fix it better than when you live in it. More Chiropractor visits ensued, but there I got a nudge to believe in miracles again. Oh yes, without a kitchen sink I washed dishes in a dishpan in the bathtub. (Telling you that is just to garner sympathy, but I bet at one time or another all you guys have done something similar. My log designer in Oregon told me he lived in a Teepee for a time when he was building a house. And later when the college of his daughter’s choice required an essay. What did she write about? You got it. The teepee experience.)
DD says, “In California we will have abundant electricity, and water, and a dishwasher, and does that refrigerator have an ice maker?”
“We had that in Oregon,” I said.
“Yes, she said, “but now we appreciate it.”
Remember the lady at The Pond’s Restaurant who told us, “Living as you are will make you appreciate everything?”
P.S. You ought to see the fish at The Pond, the water is so clear they appear to be hanging in space, no it is clearer than that, like on glass, no, its like nothing is holding them up. The ducks too, baby ducks following momma on nothing.
