Does it sound weird if I say I think of myself generally as a happy person? I know I complain a lot. I know my serotonin and dopamine levels are frequently recalcitrant. But I also know I have a really great life. Parents, sister, husband, kids, friends - all pretty much beyond reproach (not that I don't reproach the heck out of all of them on occasion). Food, shelter, clothing, more books than you can shake a stick at.
So if I'm feeling a little flat this week, and I can feel the cancer-thoughts sparking like malevolent little fireflies in my head every time I feel an ache or pain, and everything I'm reading seems dumb, and things are just kind of lustreless and wearying, I know it will pass. And so as not to let the whole week go by post-less, I'm concentrating on the things that have made me happy instead of surly recently:
My Dad and Lucy: "I always said I didn't like little dogs. Guess I have to eat my words." Happily, the words taste like puppy snuggles.
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Walking around the arboretum with Pam, watching people and dogs and the odd woman dressed as a Flower Fairy for a photo shoot, and an old man on a rock in Dow's Lake who I thought was peeing but was actually fishing. Whew.
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Having a baseball-playing birthday boy who just wants hot dogs for dinner.
These. Duh.
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Watching Eve and the school basketball team win six straight games, including the final...
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with two of her best friends since birth.
Convertible ride! With Swiss Chalet and Paddington on the other end!
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Mother's Day was low-key (boys were away) but nice. Eve and I went to my mom and dad's and I thought while we were there how nice it is to have a family where everyone just really enjoys hanging out together. |
And I took my first bathroom mirror selfie, and it didn't suck.
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p.s. You Dad looks a lot like Beth's Dad, or how he would have looked if he'd live a little longer and gone that gray.
I am! I AM!! I just tell the WHOLE story of an event, rather than Only The Cheerful Parts! That's all! I'm like a JOURNALIST!