It’s Friday, friends, and it’s a good day for a good day.
Yesterday, Thursday, was pretty spiffy, too. We got new stop signs on our street, so now our scary intersection has a 4-way stop. That happened bright and early, and I nearly broke into a happy dance on the front lawn.
At the grocery store, I saw Elvis. Our paths cross every once in a while, so it wasn’t a complete surprise. But it does make me smile to think that Elvis and I shop at the same Vons.
I needed to trim a couple of tree limbs and at first thought I’d tackle the job with a hand saw. Then I remembered the reciprocating saw and pulled that baby out. The task was handled, jiffy-quick and my arm was spared. Bonus.
Even though it was 80-something degrees out, I rode my bike to take care of a task (instead of driving). At some point there was a traffic jam that backed up for a couple of miles. I just kept to the bike lane and pedaled right past. I was home in record time.
A friend asked me to sing on a piece she’s working on. When someone believes in your abilities like that, it’s a pretty good feeling.
Mister and I had a salmon dinner that I’ve been making for decades and it still delivers. I do love good food.
When my head hit the pillow, I was tired and ready for sleep. A full, active day will do that for you.
It was a good day. And now, I think I’ll have another…