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.
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.
Having a baseball-playing birthday boy who just wants hot dogs for dinner.
Watching Eve and the school basketball team win six straight games, including the final...
with two of her best friends since birth.
Convertible ride! With Swiss Chalet and Paddington on the other end!
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.