A Happy Day

 

Day after day, I write about life.

The posts are often about life and can almost have more of a diary feel even if I don't want them to.

There are plenty of days that are just blah.

Or blech.

Or depressing.

Then there are days that are simply great.

Maybe there's a reason and maybe there isn't. Maybe there are multiple reasons.

Maybe, sometimes, it's nobody's business.

Oh, it started normal enough.

Man wakes up.

Cat meows.

Man tries to get more sleep but, being middle-aged, has the reality that he needs to use the restroom.

Cat meows approvingly.

Man gets out of bed.

Cat gets food.

Cat wins.

Man does radio interview.

End scene.

Or fin.

Anyway, the day goes on. He goes out to grab breakfast and pick up things for the house.

And life just happens from there.

Even the trip to pick things up becomes an odyssey but there's something maniacally wonderful about it.

Breakfast on the west side of Greenwich. Then drive across Greenwich on US 1 looking for something.

Almost to the Stamford line.

Then?

Turn around and go clear across US 1. As in, the way he just came from.

The mission ends just outside of Greenwich. In Port Chester. In New York.

Yes, New York is always the answer. Including about pizza.

Back home.

Life goes on from there. Things to do, people to talk to, maybe even people to see. Continuing to plot and clean and adjust to apartment life.

Cat meows numerous times.

Before the day is over, joy will register in various and sundry ways.

Always various and sundry ways.

Even the radio show is energetic but not explosive.

A wonderfully kind social media post creates more good feelings.

A comment: If you love listening to baseball games on the radio(and I do) then his call of all of the games is something to behold. He gave the boys the same respect as if they were pros. He was awesome!

Joy. Kindness. Glad tidings. Recognizing the blessings and accepting it. And it is humbling because not everyone gets that kind of love and respect.

In the evening there's an urge to go out and, yet, it can wait.

Why not start early tomorrow?

So it's moving some stuff around and pondering a new TV stand and is it time to go to Ikea yet and should the TV(s) be mounted on the wall?

Oh, and dinner. That was whipped up also.

And maybe the foundation of a vacation plan. An idea came about.

And a business trip is booked for September.

This was my day.

It sounds mundane.

Yet it was joyous. Blissful. Full of fresh starts.

And every day should feel like this.

We all deserve such days.