Happy,........

Ain't that our goal?

We gots enough things in life that 'drain'.... accentuate the positive, ie, 'fountains.'

Your happy, my happy - may be COMPLETELY different, and, to me, that's what makes happy so spectacular.

Dogs (cats too, but this sentence, dogs).. Head out the winder of the car - it's like a 4 year old staring at the Christmas tree, knowing his first name starts with R, and he sees a big ole gift for R.  

Dogs.  Being walked, or, better yet, walking you/me.  Their excitement reminds me as if they're going down the jetway to get on board a Westbound 707 for Cancun.  That may be East, but you get the drift.

Finding a penny, heads up.  Pocketing.

Finding a penny, heads down, tails up.... flipping it over, envisioning the next chap's smile, good fortune.

Caller ID of a loved one.

Caller ID of one you have absolutely no interest in talking to.  No, that ain't necessarily happy, but, that their name lights up, ya think "no way Jose", that's happy.

Payday.

Tuesday.  For me, Tuesday is an absolutely 'nothing planned' day.  Yum.

Geezers, with roughly the same banana blackmarks, age as you... sitting around... discussing life, things we did, places we went, fitty+ years ago - tears of laughter coming to our eyes.

Liberty.  First, I love the Horace Greeley 'Go West' (or East) do'ers, go'ers of life.  It just ain't never been in my brain.  I love Liberty - and, continuing to live here affords me those tears of laughter fairly frequently.

Liberty, Horace combined.  Wednesday is a golf day, BUT, some buddies in my HS class, many, those that got the Go West Young Man itch years ago, every Wednesday, they have a Zoom meeting, happily connecting dudes from points across the land.  How cool it that?  It just takes one person to start something like that, something that affords a ton of happiness for all.  Kudos.

Seeing others happy.  Ain't it fun, better?  

Hugs, pecks.

Fist bumps, high fives.

Humor.  There's a guy I play golf with every week.  He's 79.  He's had some pretty ugly things happen to him in life.  He amazes me.  Positive, happy, and DAYUM funny.  He's Tim Conway, for free.  We draw straws to form teams, and every time I find we're on the same team I exclaim, "Damnit, NOW I gotta have fun."

Stool handles.  Of course, ya got the 1 and the 2, just move the stool handle down.  You're in a group of friends, coworkers, relatives, whatever - and someone starts by saying "did you hear what so and so said?... of, "Did you hear about so and so?".. and mebbe, "well, so and so was talking about so and so".... insteada the BP escalating, ya simply flush your internal stool handle.  Old age gives us that stool handle.

Old age.  Yes, old age can piss us off.  Last year, I went to a HS basketball game where fitty some years ago I could move (long jump, high jump, basketball, football, yada, average at all, but, point is I could move.) When I got to the ticket window I asked "and where's the elevator to get upstairs?"  That's, old age. That said, blessed.

Leftovers.  No cooking tonight.  Leftovers (thrift stores), or, I usually call 'em dead people's clothes... or any little needed (or not) knick knack.  Leftovers, the ones left in our life.  Blessed we are to still be here.

Beauty... in the form of Nature, and sure, the opposite sex.  I am human, sorry, kinda, not really.

Back roads.  I use 'em whenever I can.  To the tune of it's gonna take me 7 more minutes, don't care, leisurely, more scenic, heart rate stays perty normal, fingernails - still the same length.

Relationships.  They're like baseball cards, kinda sorta.  Turn it over, see the stats.  Some last years and years.  Others, brevity.  Some'a those long-timer stats, OMG... some'a the flash in the pan ones, not so much.  Bottomline though, hey, they made it to being on a baseball card - forever connected.

Beer. Sorry, kinda, not really.

Bloggers who have the internal fortitude to see a reader yawn, as in, Victurd it'd make me happy if you run along now.

Running along,

Happily,

Love, Victurd