Things that make me happy

I think I’ve got a little case of the winters. We had a little thaw out time and I jogged outside with the dogs and got to leave the house without six layers of clothing and it was awesome. Then it got crazy cold and we got more snow. That little reminder of what life is like in other seasons made it all the harder to go back to winter.

So, instead of bumming you out with a long list of little nitpicky things that have been getting on my sunlight-deprived nerves, I’m going to give you a list of things that have been making me smile.

My dogs having a blast playing together in the back yard. They LOVE the snow, and it makes me less crabby about it.

Succulents. I am a notorious plant killer, but these guys are quite hardy. I also think it’s hysterical that even our plants have dog hair on them.

And my aloe plant is sprouting little plants. I cannot even explain how nice it is to see a little green around the house.

Finding the time to read a book that made me laugh and cry and want to write love letters to all my friends.

That after 10 years of ignoring it, the cat has finally decided she loves her kitty condo. She also decided that she liked me for about five whole minutes today.

The pen and ink set J got me for Christmas. I love that I can refill it and that as long as I don’t lose it, I could have this pen forever and ever.

The little Sasquatch on the recycled paper notebook I got for my to do list.

The frosted pink sake bottle from a really good bottle of sake (that didn’t taste at all pink).

Finally taking the time to get my roots done and my hair cut. And also the fact that I’m totally incapable of taking my picture in the mirror.

What’s been making you smile?

Here, there, and everywhere

  • I finally figured out a plan for the garden this year. Now I just have to tackle the weeds. They are obscene and I hate them. But I’m looking forward to a summer with lots of strawberries and raspberries. And possibly some blueberries.
  • We had a frost warning last night and another one tonight. IT’S FREAKING MAY! Stop it with the frost already.
  • Joan, from writing group has a story up at Literary Mama, and it’s awesome. Go read it.
  • J and I are on week three of marathon training. I think we’ve decided to stop and revise when we hit ten miles. Then we’ll start working on speed, stride, burning fat, etc., since neither of us actually has any desire to run a full marathon, and I don’t think I have the time to devote to 15 mile runs on Sundays. I do, however, love having a running schedule, and love working on this with J. We run on the treadmill during the week and do some trail running on the weekends. I think we’ve logged 34 miles so far.
  • I put a hole in my foot on our second trail run, when a thorn pierced the bottom of my barefoot shoes. Foot injuries freak me out. In college, a friend’s roommate stepped on an unidentified pointy thing on the floor of their room (later inspection showed that it could have been a toenail, staple, broken paperclip, used toothpick, or apple stem). The wound got infected and he spent months on crutches. My foot is fine, but I am now using trail running shoes for trail running (I’m still barefoot running on the treadmill at home). I hate shoes.
  • Rewrites. Rewrites. Rewrites.
  • I have not been the world’s best friend lately. I am behind on phone calls, e-mail, and all that stuff. When I’m at the end of this draft, hopefully, I’ll catch up (and also write blog posts that aren’t in list form). My head is so busy figuring out things for my imaginary friends right now that I don’t have it in me to focus on much else.
  • Mrs. Gnome has mowed her lawn three times since last Thursday. We’ve mowed ours once this season.
  • JJ Abrams made me seasick this weekend. Would it have killed him to put at least one static shot in the entire film? I wish I’d worn my Sea-Bands, so I didn’t have to spend most of the movie with my head down pretending it was a radio play. And I don’t think it was worth it. I mean, maybe the visuals were what made the movie work. Maybe we were supposed to feel spacesick and I just don’t understand true art. But I feel like the king of plot twists failed to provide any, and I think it fell flat. Maybe I’d be a little less crabby about it if I hadn’t spent the duration of the movie worried that I might hurl used popcorn.