good things

when i think of listing good things, which i've done here before, i always think of that poem rocky wrote in mask (actually, i just looked it up and mask was based on a true story and the real "rocky" actually wrote this poem)

These things are good:Ice cream and cake, A ride on a Harley, Seeing monkeys
on a tree, The rain on my tongue, And the sun shining on my face.
These things are a drag:Dust on my hair, Holes in my shoes, No money in my pocket, And the sun shining on my face

i'm sitting here on saturday night; the hubs is snoozing in his recliner; the kids are in the den watching a movie and actually not fighting for once today; i have a dog and a cat on the sofa beside me and i'm watching under the tuscan sun.

it's been a bad week, but really, i shouldn't complain. i have a job, for now, and i have insurance to cover the doc appt and meds for my sinus infection. i went to the grocery store today and bought food for my family. i know things could be much, much worse.

and so, my random list of good things

flannel pajama bottoms, so soft, warm and buttery and no bra

old movies, especially starring katherine hepburn

dogs or cats snuggling on your lap

snuggling of any kind really

hot tea or, better yet, coffee (w/ cream please)

scarves

old fountains

discovering that your son will eat salad if you buy the iceberg lettuce in a bag kind (yuck)

getting lost in a good book

photographs

shrimp

the sound and smell of the ocean; rhythmic, crashing waves are calming, yet frightening in their power; i feel whole but insignificant

the smell of snow (though we haven't really smelled it this year)

bread and butter

peanut butter and chocolate

email

naps

long hot showers

strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, blackberries

sexy movie scenes that leave the sex to your imagination

clean kids

creating something, anything

trees--in spring, summer, fall and winter

pregnant bellies