It’s no secret that I’ve been a bit down in the dumps lately. But you know what? There are a lot of good things in my life. Things (and people) I’m lucky to have around me. Things that remind me that dag nam it, life ain’t half bad, and it’s time to stop the whining and smell the roses (or, in my case, brownies) already.
Air conditioning. So far this summer, the thermometer has constantly hovered somewhere around five bajillion degrees. Which feels good for all of five seconds. But then? I’m ready to head back inside and sit in my temperature-controlled house for a while.
Fireflies. They’re putting on quite a show right now. One worth braving the wall of humidity that sucks the air from your lungs when you step outside.
TheC25K program. When I started the program seven weeks ago, I thought my saggy ass was going to die after the first 60 second run. And now? Well, I did a 20-minute run last weekend and didn’t keel over (but it wasn’t fun). I’m not where I want to be just yet, but I’m getting a lot closer. And that feels good.
Swirly skirts. Unless you’re brand new here, you know how much I love me a whirly skirt. The wicked wind that always seems to pop up when I wear one? Not so much.
Mad Housewife Chardonnay. And no, they’re not paying me to say that. My husband bought a bottle for me a couple months ago as a joke, but you know what? It’s damn tasty, under $10, and with a name like “Mad Housewife,” drinking out of a plastic tumbler (my wine vessel of choice) seems strangely appropriate.
Killer weeds (the ones that grow in your garden, not get you high). I know, this seems like a strange one. But when strangling vines threaten to take over the garden you’ve poured countless hours and untold amounts of money into, it’s immensely satisfying to grab them by the root and rip them the hell out.
Sidewalk chalk. And bubbles. You know what’s great about having kids? You get to play again. We all draw on the porch together, and everyone, even the dog, loves to pop bubbles. It’s almost worthy of a Norman Rockwell painting (if you ignore the crazy look in my eyes).
How can you look at that and not laugh?
So that’s it. My happy list. What about you, dear readers? What’s keeping you from getting in the car and forgetting to come home right now?