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Here are the smallest possible things I can think of that make me happy.
- The way my fingers feel on the keyboard. Flat. Easy to press down. Little click sounds as I go. they remind me of this toy my kids played with a long time ago that had cushiony sponges under each letter and when you pressed the button a lid flipped open to reveal the object that went with whatever letter of the alphabet was there.
- The sound of my cat’s paw pads bouncing down the steps
- The hum of the dishwasher
- The distant sound of classical music on the alexa thingy
- My dog gizmo’s right arm twitching and the shiny sheen of blond fur on his legs and his faded UCSB dog collar that I will never take off unless it is threadbare and maybe even then I’ll keep it on because it’s a nice memory
- The cheeseless tomatillo and black bean enchiladas that I had for breakfast that I made from not wasting food that could have been tossed at an event I was at last week
- A good pen on the tabletop that I found that doesn’t dry up on me when I write
- The taste of the coffee I made from the beans I got from the pt townsend roastery or whatever it’s called that are literally the best beans I’ve found in a long time and how I tend to use the word ‘literally’ a lot and I don’t know why
- The power of lists and why they are so alluring
- Maybe it’s because they’re easier to read
- And the lack of punctuation at the end is nice
- What if we all talked in lists from now on?
- Would that be annoying?
- Maybe we already do
- The world isn’t trying necessarily to do this but it’s amazing how I can go through my day and by the end of it, if I don’t stop enough to smell the roses, I end up with this hurried feeling of always trying to get everything over and done with as fast as i can instead of luxuriating in things and I think it’s that hurrying aspect that eventually leads to unhappiness. That’s just me. You don’t have to agree
- Breathing helps
- I was at an open mic again yesterday and this one was different and good. I don’t know if I did good or bad (well or poorly?) but I did it. I think I started out on the wrong foot. I mentioned something about my dad dying last year. Not a good way to start anything really. But oh well. live and learn. I wanted to start out saying something about how I was trying to impersonate him because he spent his whole life impersonating Stephen leacock and he kept pushing me to do my own one woman show so I decided, well, why not do a show about HIM? I know him pretty well, right…
