I am ready. I am ready to go out for breakfast. I am wrapped in the thick loveliness of the cardigan fub sent me for Christmas. Comfy black leggings. But fubman - he is having a shower. Also, I was all set and decided to go in my new moccasin slippers, in a celebratory gesture of saturday comfort. But fubman - he poo-poohed the idea, pointing out such practical drudgeries like the fact that I will ruin them. Obviously fubman is trying to tamp down the natural joy of a fub.

In reading Laura's post of small kindnesses, I was reminded of yesterday when I was given an opportunity to do a small kindness myself. When I arrived at Beaches grocery store in the morning to drop of the daily delivery of muffins/bread/spani/sausage rolls etc, Mat, an employee of Beaches since before I graduated high school…came up asking a favour. His bike was broken, and he had to catch a bus to go to vancouver, and he'd forgotten something at home. He needed me to drive him out to his house, then into town to the bank. It would have taken him hours to walk. So I did…and on completion there was a lightness in my heart and grin on my face, and I contemplated happily that I was grateful for the opportunity to help someone out…and how good it made me feel. I sent a warm prayer out thanking God for it and asking for more such opportunities. I want to make the world a brighter place. I want to BE a bright spot in the universe. I want everyone to feel better for being around me. I asked God for this. If one resolved to find every day opportunities to be kind and help one another out, how much happier a world would this be?

This is a Happy Day

Hi. It's the first of my two days off, and the sun is shining and the sky is blue! There is a bubble of joy in my person. Shawn and I are going out for breakfast soon! I think we shall go to Vincente's, which has a cozy fireplace and squashy arm chairs in the dining room. I think I may get a traditional breakfast with sausages and eggs. Or the "big gun" (do you know what a big gun is? it's a long, narrow surf board used for catching monster waves, like in Hawaii) (*said in know-it-all, perky voice*). The Big Gun breakfast item is two eggs, ham, cheese, tomato, chipotle mayo..there may be more to it but I can't remember…sandwiched in-between two slices of peasant bread. Peasant bread is made from scratch at The Common Loaf bakery here in town. The Common Loaf bakery is a "whole foods" bakery, which unfortunately means they make cinnamon buns that are dry and un-exciting. And terrible muffins. But the bread - the bread is special.

There is a dead bird on our small patch of cement which serves as a back patio.

When Easter sleeps all night pressed up against me in a tight bun, it makes me happy. Even if she is pressed against me so tight I can't move, and digs her claws in to stay in place. I work around such things. Fubman on one side, fluffy cat on the other. Happiness.

100 points to anyone that can guess where my title comes from!!