Happy things
My life is utterly wonderful and yet I'm feeling a bit whiny. So I'm going to explain why my life is so wonderful.
1.) My husband did not die today of leukemia. He's in D.C. and I had to call him to confirm this. Confirmed. Not dead.
2.) My children are all thriving. Two of them are with me and spend their days sailing and hanging out at the cottage with me. Small Boy holds my hands when we walk down to the beach together.
3.) My husband and I are both employed in challenging and rewarding careers.
4.) I have a cottage on a wonderful island. It is a wonderful cottage.
5.) This island has wonderful wet rocks, which I went down to stare at tonight. I love wet rocks. I brought back as many as I could carry from the beach (I'm slowly... very very slowly... paving my driveway with them.) Small Boy carried back a new haul of sea glass.
6.) Ela carried back a lovely sea-scoured stick we found at the beach. She is now a wet dog. A wet, happy dog. Her happiness is contagious.
7.) My iPod is playing my favorites. This is the first time in two weeks I've gotten to hook my iPod up to the Bose speakers. I'm enjoying my turn.
8.) I had the iPod on while I sewed. I've finished another round of sewing. At this point I've sewed valences or drapes or door panels for everything I set out to sew this year. I have some more projects to do down the road, but I've got everything critical done. This evening I ran up a reverseable tablecloth with remnants. I'm in awe of myself and starting to feel quite affectionate about my Husquavarna.
9.) I baked a cake from scratch yesterday, including beating the batter "for seven minutes, not less, set the timer". It brought immense pleasure to a person who would not have gotten a birthday cake on her 80th birthday if I hadn't baked it. There are a lot of nice things about hanging out with octogenarians. It's okay that I've started referring to the refrigerator as the "icebox", right?
10.) I'm at the island. In Maine. In July. It's maybe 65 degrees outside tonight. A couple of days it got up towards 90 and we just went across the street to sit on the porch at 5th Maine where it's 10 degrees cooler from the ocean breezes. We haven't had to put in the air conditioner even on the hottest days. This is where people wish they were. And I'm here. It's really wonderful and I shouldn't stop appreciating it.
1.) My husband did not die today of leukemia. He's in D.C. and I had to call him to confirm this. Confirmed. Not dead.
2.) My children are all thriving. Two of them are with me and spend their days sailing and hanging out at the cottage with me. Small Boy holds my hands when we walk down to the beach together.
3.) My husband and I are both employed in challenging and rewarding careers.
4.) I have a cottage on a wonderful island. It is a wonderful cottage.
5.) This island has wonderful wet rocks, which I went down to stare at tonight. I love wet rocks. I brought back as many as I could carry from the beach (I'm slowly... very very slowly... paving my driveway with them.) Small Boy carried back a new haul of sea glass.
6.) Ela carried back a lovely sea-scoured stick we found at the beach. She is now a wet dog. A wet, happy dog. Her happiness is contagious.
7.) My iPod is playing my favorites. This is the first time in two weeks I've gotten to hook my iPod up to the Bose speakers. I'm enjoying my turn.
8.) I had the iPod on while I sewed. I've finished another round of sewing. At this point I've sewed valences or drapes or door panels for everything I set out to sew this year. I have some more projects to do down the road, but I've got everything critical done. This evening I ran up a reverseable tablecloth with remnants. I'm in awe of myself and starting to feel quite affectionate about my Husquavarna.
9.) I baked a cake from scratch yesterday, including beating the batter "for seven minutes, not less, set the timer". It brought immense pleasure to a person who would not have gotten a birthday cake on her 80th birthday if I hadn't baked it. There are a lot of nice things about hanging out with octogenarians. It's okay that I've started referring to the refrigerator as the "icebox", right?
10.) I'm at the island. In Maine. In July. It's maybe 65 degrees outside tonight. A couple of days it got up towards 90 and we just went across the street to sit on the porch at 5th Maine where it's 10 degrees cooler from the ocean breezes. We haven't had to put in the air conditioner even on the hottest days. This is where people wish they were. And I'm here. It's really wonderful and I shouldn't stop appreciating it.