I feel like this photo of Hugh Grant really gets me, on a molecular and psychic level.
Even though I get upwards of 35 spam emails a day, I’m already running out of subject lines to use as post titles, since the bulk of them are repeats delivered in multiples, day after day, from people who either want me to meet them tomorrow or who would like to be remunerated for recently hacking my computer. What a genius machine we built here.
Anyway, here are three good things:
1. How much Bobby ❤️ Claire:
2. What if the secret to happiness is a $30 programmable coffee maker
3. I’m going to see this band I’ve never heard of (because I’m old) Friday night with my friend Tami. She’s driving her teenage daughter and a friend down from Madison just as my dad once drove Kris and me to Milwaukee to see Huey Lewis & the News. I’m always encouraged by the fact that the world keeps turning, in spite of everything we do to destroy it, and how people keep cheering and supporting and believing in the things that they love.
4. Congratulations! You and I might have problems but at least we’re not this!
Bob Croakington enjoyed a whole spring day outside! Which means it’ll snow tomorrow, probably. (Bob’s no turkey, he believes in karma.)
I roll up to Pilates on Sunday mornings looking like the 49-yo equivalent of my friend Erin, who, when we were in college, used to haul herself into the car for the drive to our summer waitressing shifts at Chula Vista in the Dells sans makeup with her hair piled insanely on top of her head and her knee-high nylons rolled down to her ankles. i.e., hungover and sleep-deprived and only halfway to wherever she needed to be at 5:00 a.m. She just didn’t care at all what she looked like, which I really respected, both then and now. I hope I’m doing her proud.
+ I can see this park from the train when I go into the office so today I got in my car and tracked it down. ILL may be flat as hell but it is lousy with parks and prairie paths and various wildfowls, the only one of which I care about is ducks. FYI. The morning was foggy and gray and grim but I sat for a while and watched the ducks and in the background I could hear cheering from a girls’ soccer game and a boys’ baseball game and there were old ladies with dogs walking the paths and young couples and joggers, all of us just waiting for the sun to come out.
+ The sun came out! I’ve been taking Vitamin D for a while now but there’s nothing like the real thing. (I say this in April, not August. In August I will want to kill everybody.)
+ “I know that even if you wound the clock all the way back to the first time you can remember being this way — the moment you perceived that when you got things right, you got love, that when you achieved, you felt peace — that there’d probably still be no way to undo it. It’s in your nature.”
+ From Austin Kleon’s Keep Going: “It’s impossible to pay attention to your life if you are hurtling along at lightning speed. When your job is to see things other people don’t, you have to slow down enough that you can actually look.”
+ Somebody cared what I think about blogs! Andrea Contino asked me why I keep coming back here.