This is kind of a silly post. But then, I am in kind of a silly mood. Just, you know, happy.
I was going to title this post “Things I Love” but then I would have to do the whole disclaimer thing about how, most of all of course, I love my children, my grandchildren, blah blah blah. Or be branded a bad mother and shallow person.
I do love those things - er, people - with a fiery passion and fierceness that would scare you, were you to run afoul of it.
But that’s not the point of this post. This is merely a “fluff” post, written to celebrate a lovely, contented and grateful mood I’m in.
Here is a list of things that I Really Like a Lot, that Make Me Happy:
My Washing Machine and My Clothesline: Because I can make my entire world look and smell and feel better simply by washing my bed linens, hanging them out to dry, and then snuggling into them at night.
My Puppies: No, they are not my children. But they are indeed, my roommates and friends. When I tell people that “we” are going to the park or for a walk or to Dollar General, they are the companions to whom I am referring. They are the “people” I spend most of my time with, outside of work. Not because I am a lonely loser, but because they are funny as hell, adore the shit out of me, and make me laugh consistently.
My New “Outdoor Living Space”: Which sounds a lot cooler than it is, aesthetically speaking. I dragged my old wicker loveseat around to the south end of my house, which faces very little. And I sit out there of a morning smoking cigarettes, drinking a great big travel cup of hot coffee, listening to the birds and feeling unseen, because of the big tree which has finally leafed out and which shields me.
My New Bathroom: with virgin vanity territory, that I can leave stuff out on, like my new flat iron, and go to work and not worry about it being in anyone’s way or “space” or looking untidy. I like everything about it, from the peel and stick tile floors that look like stone, to the cabinet doors I primed and painted and put hinges on and hung all by myself - and they work! To the hidden nook for my laundry basket. I like it a lot.
Reading Other People’s Blogs In The Morning: There are really some fascinating people around. It’s like, when I read the paper newspaper eons ago, I always went to the Op-Ed section and read the columns and editorials first. Because people, and their perspectives, are amazing. I can’t list one without listing a lot, and then surely I’d leave someone out. But it’s a treasure in my life.
That’s my short list today.
What are some things that you really like, that make you happy on an ordinary day?
Talking to you in the morning.
Reading your blog makes me happy. So many other things come to mind - like my son kissing me when he comes home from school and telling me the funny things that happened during the day. Hearing birdsong in the morning. The crisp flick of the morning newspaper as I drink my coffee. Real apples that crunch. Making shapes in the bubbles when I do the washing up. Thick, freshly washed socks that smell of sunlight. Aaaah - it’s the little things that get us through the day.
My husband thinks that I love my dog more than I love him. I won’t say that he’s right (because that would be terrible), but I truly understand the love that you have for your puppies. I’m with my pupper 24/7, and he makes me happy every single day and hour.
Other things that make me happy: A really good book; sitting out on the deck on a not-too-warm, not-too-cool day; making someone laugh hysterically; someone making me laugh hysterically; seeing people who I haven’t seen in a long time; my Dad; feeling like I had a solid, productive day of work;… Funny, I could go on and on, and I always thought I was a pretty cynical person. I guess I’m not.
And of course your blog makes me happy. I love what you’re doing and I love cheering you on.
All good things. I think making a list like this is a good thing to do, because there is never anything wrong with neing grateful for the good in life.
I love the fresh from the bath feel. And warm chocolate chip cookies. The smell of my kids after they take a bath. Ahhhhh!