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So I've vented in here before about how rough things have been lately - death, doom, work, stress, health, family, and a whole score of other problems all falling on top of my head at once. So I feel like I ought to take a moment right now to say something else.
This has been a pretty darn good week, and I would like to send a thank-you to the Universe and to whatever powers might be responsible for making that happen.
Nothing earth-shatteringly, life-changingly amazing has happened. I haven't won the lottery, or discovered a cure for cancer, or suddenly manifested phenomenal artistic talent. The problems that were there before are still there.
But on the other hand... the weather has been nothing short of gorgeous. Warm and sunny and breezy and bright, and I've managed to get outside to enjoy it. I've had a couple of days off, and good people to share them with, including a day exploring yesterday that involved kitschy antique stores, 300-year-old cemeteries, climbing trees, secondhand bookstores, and quite possibly the best hot dog I've ever eaten.
I got to donate blood. That in and of itself is a world-brightening event.
My garden is doing well - we have enough blueberries that I should be able to make pancakes tomorrow, or maybe even muffins if I'm lucky. We had fresh sugar snap peas in homemade fried rice last week, and tomorrow there will be green beans. Even the broccoli, and the soybeans and wax beans are doing well, and there are finger-sized zucchini, and the tomatoes are starting to redden.
I have a beautiful new skirt, and a book that I had been searching for for the past decade or so, and a crafting project that is amusing and entertaining me, even as it decimates my wallet (altered books are fascinating, and quite possibly I've bitten off more than I can chew, but it'll be a fun attempt, at least). Also, I am utterly hooked on my Nook.
Even tv is being cooperative - 'Falling Skies' doesn't entirely suck, and it looks like 'Alphas' might actually be pretty good. And the kitten is growing and thriving, though I think I have to abandon my Arthurian naming tradition; while there are several beautiful, elegant, sophisticated women's names in Arthurian legend, she is none of those things, and none of the names I try on her seem to fit in the least. She needs a name that's a little spunky, and a little dorky, and a little ridiculous. Current front-runner name is Moxie; it seems to suit her.
So. Thank you, universe, for sunshine and grass and being tired from walking instead of from insomnia, and for blueberries and good books and good people and all that stuff. I'll enjoy the heck out of this for as long as I can....
This has been a pretty darn good week, and I would like to send a thank-you to the Universe and to whatever powers might be responsible for making that happen.
Nothing earth-shatteringly, life-changingly amazing has happened. I haven't won the lottery, or discovered a cure for cancer, or suddenly manifested phenomenal artistic talent. The problems that were there before are still there.
But on the other hand... the weather has been nothing short of gorgeous. Warm and sunny and breezy and bright, and I've managed to get outside to enjoy it. I've had a couple of days off, and good people to share them with, including a day exploring yesterday that involved kitschy antique stores, 300-year-old cemeteries, climbing trees, secondhand bookstores, and quite possibly the best hot dog I've ever eaten.
I got to donate blood. That in and of itself is a world-brightening event.
My garden is doing well - we have enough blueberries that I should be able to make pancakes tomorrow, or maybe even muffins if I'm lucky. We had fresh sugar snap peas in homemade fried rice last week, and tomorrow there will be green beans. Even the broccoli, and the soybeans and wax beans are doing well, and there are finger-sized zucchini, and the tomatoes are starting to redden.
I have a beautiful new skirt, and a book that I had been searching for for the past decade or so, and a crafting project that is amusing and entertaining me, even as it decimates my wallet (altered books are fascinating, and quite possibly I've bitten off more than I can chew, but it'll be a fun attempt, at least). Also, I am utterly hooked on my Nook.
Even tv is being cooperative - 'Falling Skies' doesn't entirely suck, and it looks like 'Alphas' might actually be pretty good. And the kitten is growing and thriving, though I think I have to abandon my Arthurian naming tradition; while there are several beautiful, elegant, sophisticated women's names in Arthurian legend, she is none of those things, and none of the names I try on her seem to fit in the least. She needs a name that's a little spunky, and a little dorky, and a little ridiculous. Current front-runner name is Moxie; it seems to suit her.
So. Thank you, universe, for sunshine and grass and being tired from walking instead of from insomnia, and for blueberries and good books and good people and all that stuff. I'll enjoy the heck out of this for as long as I can....
