I don't know. I didn't write it down. Let's see. Based on the evidence ... a glorious sunrise, a conversation about mom superpowers, the gift of a photo from another glorius sunrise in Tennessee, knowing a friend is writing and teaching again.
Tuesday
Yesterday at work on a table where we leave stuff for people to take, a whole branch of laurel. Bay leaves for the picking! So much greener and fresher than the ones from the store!
And those cookies someone made because Monday, with chocolate chips and orange something and I don't know what all — such rich flavors, no two bites alike.
The what, now, fifth day in a row of sun and unseasonable warmth?
That joke at work that built and built, and the obvious puns were made, and then not so obvious ones, and then when it seemed to die down a bit someone else would throw in a new punchline, and I passed through snorting to the point where I start to double over in silent mirth and want to pound the desk, and I wasn't the only one. Man, it feels good to laugh like that.
A new reading chair, and cheerful help loading it from the little boy who's too big to be rocked in it any more.
What a good week so far.
Wednesday
Walking in the sunlight at lunchtime long enough to feel its warmth.
Yesterday at work on a table where we leave stuff for people to take, a whole branch of laurel. Bay leaves for the picking! So much greener and fresher than the ones from the store!
And those cookies someone made because Monday, with chocolate chips and orange something and I don't know what all — such rich flavors, no two bites alike.
The what, now, fifth day in a row of sun and unseasonable warmth?
That joke at work that built and built, and the obvious puns were made, and then not so obvious ones, and then when it seemed to die down a bit someone else would throw in a new punchline, and I passed through snorting to the point where I start to double over in silent mirth and want to pound the desk, and I wasn't the only one. Man, it feels good to laugh like that.
A new reading chair, and cheerful help loading it from the little boy who's too big to be rocked in it any more.
What a good week so far.
Wednesday
Walking in the sunlight at lunchtime long enough to feel its warmth.
Being asked for my suggestions at work.
Assembling a gift.
Hearing hurt and speaking love.
Realizing the training wheels are off and I'm rolling on my own.
Thursday
Joys today, small, great, and in between:
Seeing the word "skedaddle" in a headline (about some guys in hoodies who started to rob Arkansas' most iconic jewelry store and then skedaddled when the owner fetched a gun and shot not at them, but near them, to get their attention).
Trying and liking the cookie dip made with chocolate and and a secret* ingredient.
Being complimented, in person, by phone and in writing.
Complimenting others, in person, by phone, and in writing.
The satisfied, cozy feeling of coming home with groceries and planning to hunker down for a few days.
The marvel of the tiny hard balls of loose tea transformed into kelpish leaves.
Reading in my stylish new rocking chair.
Getting a writing assignment because of this -- these nightly lists.
The way connections from way back and far away can come forth and bind us together over time.
And always, always, things that made me laugh.
Friday
Much work, good news, cinnamon toast, friendly perspective, marionberry tea.
Saturday
Sleeping in a little, and the interesting dreams that seems to yield.
Thursday
Joys today, small, great, and in between:
Seeing the word "skedaddle" in a headline (about some guys in hoodies who started to rob Arkansas' most iconic jewelry store and then skedaddled when the owner fetched a gun and shot not at them, but near them, to get their attention).
Trying and liking the cookie dip made with chocolate and and a secret* ingredient.
Being complimented, in person, by phone and in writing.
Complimenting others, in person, by phone, and in writing.
The satisfied, cozy feeling of coming home with groceries and planning to hunker down for a few days.
The marvel of the tiny hard balls of loose tea transformed into kelpish leaves.
Reading in my stylish new rocking chair.
Getting a writing assignment because of this -- these nightly lists.
The way connections from way back and far away can come forth and bind us together over time.
And always, always, things that made me laugh.
Friday
Much work, good news, cinnamon toast, friendly perspective, marionberry tea.
Saturday
Sleeping in a little, and the interesting dreams that seems to yield.
A lively twitter chat on collaborative blogging.
Granola with green apple bits.
Wise counsel.
Working hard on, and getting really excited about, a new project for and about moms.
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