Ten Things That Make Me Super Happy
It was thirty two degrees outside this morning! It's the first frost of the season. It's crisp, blue, sparkly, cold, clear, and bright outside.
I wonder how come grass usually looks so much better with the frost treatment than rich women do.
I've been pretty crafty down at the store. I'm trying to prepare for the newest new store with more stock...actually I had planned on these holiday items anyway.
Fancy Christmas cards. Must make lots more. Must craft...must sew...must be ready...And now, ten things that make me super happy:
And now, one thing that makes me miserable:
Philip being so sick and in such pain makes me miserable. I feel so bad for him. His throat is so swollen he can barely talk. He's at urgent care right now getting a strep throat test. I hope it's strep only because then he can be treated for it at once. If this is a virus he has then there will be nothing they can do for him. Poor guy.
Note: Philip just came back from the doctor...IT'S STREP THROAT. I'm off to the Pharmacy for antibiotics. At least we can treat this problem. He's in tremendous pain. Now we just have to figure out how to keep me and Max from getting it. Is that possible?
- The first frosty morning of fall. I love the million sparkles glamming up the whole landscape. I love the way the air smells when it's clear and cold and 32 degrees out. I love the way a sweater isn't enough anymore. I love the way my face feels when I come in from the cold into a warm house.
- The first cup of coffee of the morning. I like it hot, black, and unsweet. No sexy innuendos need be applied. I love the way it makes the kitchen smell, especially on the first frosty morning of fall. I love how it punctuates the morning with it's earthy flavor.
- A night free of bloody noses. We've been averaging one bloody nose a night now for a while. Last night Max went to bed without having had a bloody incident since five am yesterday morning and woke up just before seven am this morning, still free of any nose bleeds. May it last longer! I can't describe the relief I feel getting a break from the daily gore.
- Butternut Squash soup with roasted garlic and sage. Heaven! It makes me super happy to eat such a rich, flavorful, (yet unfattening) soup. I love soup. Soup is one of my favorite foods. All kinds of soup. (All kinds of soup with no meat of any kind in it). One of my favorite parts of "The Secret Of Roan Innish" is the end where the grandma is making the seaweed stew. I don't actually eat seaweed because it's generally too fishy for my tastes, but watching someone make a soup of any kind to feed their family is so symbolic of giving them love and health that it makes me happy. That scene actually makes me wish I could stomach seaweed. And wish that I had a little rustic cottage by the sea.
- Cooking with friends. And with friends of friends. Last night I had dinner at Lisa's house with her best friends Alicia and Laurie. The only thing missing was Philip who has the nastiest sore throat ever and is down for the count. Otherwise it was a wonderful evening of preparing food, drinking good drinks, and eating together. Also we enjoyed the fact that none of us are swingers.
- That we are going to be moving to a really great store-front in two weeks. One that people will not be able to ignore. It won't be freezing cold, cavernous, dark, creepy on week-ends, or buzzing with old school florescnet lights. I'm so happy that our new landlords love the building (so they won't ignore important issues) and are really easy-going people who seem to be excited to have us rent their space. We can't ask for a better chance than that to make our business a success. It is now up to us to make it happen.
- That I don't know any swinging couples. That's right, it makes me super happy. So if any of my good friends out there are leading a secret swinging lifestyle, I encourage you to keep it secret from me. I'll respect you more if I don't know that about you. Just like you will respect me more for not knowing that I secretly love old disco standards.
- Having a good haircut makes me amazingly happy. My hair actually looks like complete crap at the moment, but that's just because I haven't bothered to make it look nicer after waking up. My haircut is actually pretty darn good this time.
- Fresh sheets. Clean sheet night around here is a celebrated event. Saying it like that implies that it gets celebrated because of the rarity of the occurrance when actually it generally happens once a week. It's just so wonderful to climb into a bed made up with fresh smelling linens with no drool marks on the pillows, no dog hairs on the comforter, and no old sleep smell. If I was rich and had no concern for the environment, (like some politicians in office these days), I would have clean sheet night every night. I'd have a maid dedicated to the washing of the sheets and making of the beds every day. But I'm not rich, I DO CARE about the environment, and so we relish clean sheet night once a week.
- Fresh eggs. There's nothing like them. It's not just getting the fresh eggs that makes me happy, it's knowing the hens who are making them for me. I love to hear their rustling, their clucking, their shuffling, and their scratching in the dirt. I love the cooing noises they make when they settle into their hen house at dusk. I love how they come screaching into view like cartoons the second they hear my voice. I love how they fluff themselves up and shake themselves off. I love how they take us in with their cocked heads like we're the most intersting specimens on the planet but they can never quite figure out why. I love how beautiful they are.
And now, one thing that makes me miserable:
Philip being so sick and in such pain makes me miserable. I feel so bad for him. His throat is so swollen he can barely talk. He's at urgent care right now getting a strep throat test. I hope it's strep only because then he can be treated for it at once. If this is a virus he has then there will be nothing they can do for him. Poor guy.
Note: Philip just came back from the doctor...IT'S STREP THROAT. I'm off to the Pharmacy for antibiotics. At least we can treat this problem. He's in tremendous pain. Now we just have to figure out how to keep me and Max from getting it. Is that possible?