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Ten Things to be Happy About

Lila

That little dog makes me happier than she will ever know. She saved me when my world was fracturing. She knit us back together, the boy and me. He went from fearing dogs to loving a dog. I went from hurt and angry to focused on the absurdity of bringing a wild creature into our home with no experience. And she was wild. Those long long walks and trips to the park and weekly training sessions bonded us, all of us, and saved us.

Bright Colors

In art, on buildings, in clothing or decor – I love color. It makes me happy to see color. It reminds me of childhood and happiness and friendliness. Color is upbeat and inviting – you have to feel at least a little uplifted when you’re surrounded by color.

Digital Photo Frames

I didn’t think I would like having one of these, but I received one for a gift, and I love it. I love glancing up from my work and being transported, just for a moment, back in time. The carousel in London, my son’s sixth birthday party, an ocean view in Hawai’i, my boy and his cousins playing in the yard, me with a giant dessert at a friend’s party in Portland. How could I not enjoy that? I don’t have to dig out albums, and each of these precious memories is presented briefly enough that I don’t spend all day going down memory lane.

Good Food

Speaking of dessert… or any food really. I just love to eat. I love the flavors and textures of food. I love the memories made when sharing a meal. I love how food anchors you to a place and time, and by extension to people with whom you share those memories.

Sparkling Chandeliers

The light bouncing around seems to dance. The glitter and glow is both uplifting and soothing, particularly if the lights are dimmed. The refraction is like magic.

Campfires

The glow alone gives off comfort, but add to that warmth and the satisfying pop of the firewood and you’ve really got something. Then there’s the aroma – that scent of being outdoors that draws you near, as long as you aren’t in the path of the smoke. Finally there’s campfire food (of course). Delicious hot dogs, banana boats, and everyone’s favorite, S’mores.

Boat Rides

Going out on the water is one of my favorite things to do. I don’t care if it’s an ocean liner or a sailboat, I love going out on boats. Growing up, my dad had a sailboat, and it was great fun to sit up front and hope for waves big enough to splash over me. I feel at peace on the water. One of my favorite memories is whale watching in Cape Cod. The whales were magnificent, and the wind in my face as I stood in that coveted front position felt like freedom.

Swimming

A dip in the pool is my favorite way to cool off on a summer day. The water not only cools me, it buoys me. I feel supported without feeling constricted in any way. I float and admire the sky – then close my eyes and retreat into myself.

A Good Pen

It glides effortlessly across the paper leaving thoughts and emotions on the page. It records observations, data, and desires. It doesn’t fight the writer and it behaves exactly as it should, recording information for posterity.

First Class Airline Seats

Now granted I’ve never actually been in one, but I believe that if I ever get the chance to try one out it will make me happy. I like the idea of having a little extra space on the plane, as well as a little extra care from the crew. Getting off the place early at the end of the journey seems like a nice bonus as well.

 


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My Real Fear of Flying

(Originally published June 3, 2015)

I’m going on vacation in a few weeks, and I’m very excited about it. I’ll see friends and family, and I’ll go to the beach and a couple of parties. I’ll celebrate my birthday and the Fourth of July and generally have a great time. I know all of this. But I’m dreading going.FEA040

Why?

The flight.

The last time I was on a plane was back in January, on my way home from London. It was a glorious trip, but the flying was not fun. I was squished, and I’m sure I squished my sweet, ever-patient son, who was stuck next to me. He will once again be stuck next to me, and we will both, once again, be squished, but this time it’s not just the discomfort that has me worried. It’s the seatbelt.

I’m afraid, that for the first time ever, I won’t be able to buckle it.

I was hardly skinny back in January, and I’m even less so now. What if it doesn’t fit? What if I have to request an extender? Will I die of embarrassment? Will my son?

I have a couple of weeks. Maybe there’s time to make a dent. It’s worth a try.


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Travel Time

I’m about to hit the road for some much needed R&R and while I’m away I thought I would revive a few old posts for your reading pleasure. Many of you have been with me since the beginning, three years ago this month, but many of you are new friends, and since there are well over 500 posts in the history of this blog, I’m certain you haven’t read them all! Think of it as an extended Throwback Thursday.

I hope you enjoy some of these posts from the past, and I also hope you’re enjoying some R&R of your own.

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