A Perfect Day
What makes a perfect day?
The poet (James Russell Lowell) says if ever, perfect days come in June. If it's weather that makes a perfect day, our June didn't make the grade because the weather has been much less than perfect.
But in reality, weather, run of the mill weather, doesn't break a day. A violent storm can do a lot to ruin a day, of course, but for the most part, it's the attitude that I bring to the day that helps it to be a great day.
Today had a lot of perfection to it. It was pleasant. I saw beautiful things. Calla lilies were blooming outside of the Regional Cancer Center. There were other lovely flowers there, too. They have the place beautifully landscaped and it's beautiful inside, too, everything spotlessly clean, and colorful art work is displayed on all the walls. They run it according to schedule and you don't have to wait long to be seen, talked to, treated. They offer coffee, tea or cocoa, and fresh fruit to ease your stay.
The drive to and from Erie was without incident and that, too, is a blessing.
I started the day with a 2 1/2 mile walk and that was a good way to get the day on the road. I hope to do it again soon. And then my Psalm readings. (I finish the Psalms tomorrow.)
This had to be a day that was perfect, or very nearly perfection.
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