In the middle of everyday life--
(wake up, coffee, workout, shower, breakfast, go to work, work so hard, your eyeballs pop, right outta your head, come home, make dinner, clean up, Facebook, blog hop, bloggity blog, read a little, maybe read a lot, watch a show, On Demand, stay up too late, for no good reason, brush your teeth, collapse in bed, wake up soon, anxious thoughts, get back to sleep, after a while, alarm goes off, I'm never really ready for that alarm)
--the routines that give our lives structure, there is the stuff that gives them joy.
Like the lively discussion of Animal, Vegetable, Mineral at Classics Book Club last week and the general agreement that if one is to commit to eating only food that is either grown and/or raised by you on your land or within your own county, then it helps to be an internationally famous author who works from home.
Like the joy I found in a Thursday-night trip to Costco where there's nary a line and even more importantly, the lack of negotiation of large carts going all directions in the snackfood aisles, not to mention the blessed absence of having to politely tolerate all the oblivious shoppers who think they are the absolute only ones in the store.
Like cleaning off the backyard deck, table, and chairs for the first lengthy sit outdoors of the season.
Like the wonderful reunion we had with our Tennessee friends, Don and Shelley, well-loved and well-missed.
Like chatting with a dear friend for over two hours on a lazy Saturday morning.
Like shopping with Nicole for new spring duds in two sizes smaller than last year.
Like cleaning out a drawer, which led to another drawer, which led to an entire closet.
Like helping my aunt and uncle move from the home where she had also lived, a day filled with hard work, a few tears, and the bond that is shared through the experiences that shape our histories.
Like collapsing in front of the TV with home-delivered Chinese food the General Tso's chicken especially spicy joyfully stumbling across Masterpiece Theater's David Copperfield--all three-and-a-half hours' worth--and having a husband who recognizes your glee and agrees to putting off Kill Bill one more time, just for you.
Like waking up to what will surely be the last major snowstorm of the season and not really minding knowing I'll be in southern Utah later this week for a much-needed hike-in-the-desert-'til-I-drop fix.
Like putting in a hard day's work and gearing down to prepare myself for another on the 'morrow.
So that's me. What stuff is giving your life joy these days?