Tagged: goodthings

Eating blueberry cake hot out of the oven Sitting on a sun-warmed bench at a playground with my face turned up to the light and the heat Watching Martin patiently play with a little 4-year-old girl who had attached herself like a limpet, and marveling over how GROWN-UP he suddenly looked Rocking out to great old 90s tunes in the car Listening to blackbirds sing Getting a backrub by shoulderblade from my daughter (very weird, though) Seeing a stork stalk gawkily along the edge of a field Walking outside in the clear cold night air, where the paving stones sparkle...

How much do you think your friends define you? Are you cool because of the people you hang out with or are they cool because of YOU? What I love most about book group is not actually the books we read. Most of the books are not books I would have chosen to read at all, and while sometimes that’s okay and they turn out to be worth it; that’s not always the case. It’s not the discussions about the books either, though I like those a lot, especially when there are majorly mixed feelings about the book or in...

What determines your mood? Is it already preset when you wake up? Does the sunshine factor in? Is it based on how many things you have to do during the day or worries you have about the week ahead? Despite the cloud cover, we have had intermittent sunshine all day. Right now it is beaming through the house like a great big global smile. It’s lighting up everything—the floor, the fish tank, the dirty windows. I still have to get out and go for a walk, but am guessing I will end up going after dinner which I need to...

The lungwort in the front garden is in full bloom. What an ugly name for a pretty plant. It was fun just now to look up the origin of the name, however I like the other colloquial names for it much better: Spotted dog, Jerusalem cowslip, Soldiers & Sailors. I like it because it has such fun polka-dotted leaves and it flowers for a really long time, and then it flowers again, and also it just keeps coming up year after year without my having to do anything much. I like low-maintenance plants, since I’m the world’s most indifferent gardener....

Today was full, FULL I tell you! of good things. Though there were a few things missing that would have made it perfect (like a massage and my family returning home, and not missing the phone call from my travelin’ bro), I am pretty pleased with the day. And actually since it’s after midnight, it was YESTERDAY that was full of good things, and today that is also full of good things because of the last point below. Meg posts Friday Love Lists and this is a little bit like that, and also just because there is something so solid...

The moon is shining down in a misty sort of way, it’s full of itself and drunk on moonshine. The house is quiet and (relatively) clean. This is the one week out of the year when the things I pick up and put away stay in their places for 7 whole days. This is the one week when no one else dictates my activities or time spent on any given thing: I have free rein! I don’t have to think about anyone but me! (at least at home…work is another story entirely) I don’t have to fix meals for anyone...