Jazzy Does 100 Days of Happiness 10
This picture was taken a couple of days ago when the sun was shining, the sky was a beautiful blue filled with fluffy clouds, and I thought W would like to see what the neighbors new fence looks like. For which we owe him half of whatever it cost. W is off to his island again for most of the summer, sending me texts and drinking rum. And fishing. Let’s not forget all that fishing.
Today the sun is shining somewhere else. The sky is a thick grey blanket. It’s spitting rain. It’s Monday. I have to go to work. Talk about your double-double whammy. For now I don’t have Mondays off anymore. My schedule has always been at the whim of circumstance and a boss who schedules our lives like it’s some kind of random crap shoot. Sundays, Thursdays and Fridays are now my days off. Now that I’ve put that in writing it’s likely to change completely before the month is over.
Do you ever feel like the only reason you can live through something is because you know it will eventually end? That it won’t last forever? Must be the gloomy day talking. I have about a hundred and thirteen days to go before retirement. Give or take ninety if I decide to work until my license expires on December 31st. I am old and tired and would like to have EVERY day of the week off. I read three posts the other day by three different bloggers who all used the tag ‘aging’. It’s nice to know I’m not alone in my feelings about this process. I don’t like knowing there are things I just can’t do anymore. I thought I would age gracefully but often I’m just cranky and sad about it all.
So it’s time to bring Jazzy back and live vicariously through her eternal optimism and snark. Maybe some of it will rub off on me. Yes, I’m being completely weird because she can’t say anything if I don’t make her say it. Poor thing. I love this thing going around Facebook where people do 100 days of Happiness and write some happy thing every day. What a great way to be grateful and recognize the good things in your life.
Stay tuned for “Jazzy Does Happiness” from whenever I start until the day I kiss work goodbye. It’s looking like the end of September. I can stay happy until then or die trying. God, I hope I don’t die trying.
Yes, this is a picture of a big ass chocolate bar. It was the most exciting thing that happened to me yesterday. I had adjusted and dispensed glasses to a little old lady (she was way older than me, by at least 10 years) and as she got up to leave she asked me if I liked chocolate. I said yes. Dark chocolate? Yes. She whipped this monstrous thing out of her bag and told me to enjoy it with the rest of the girls who helped her pick out her glasses and to have a nice day. Just being called a ‘girl’ would have been enough to make the day nice.
But look at that thing. It is for sure my kind of gratuity. Normally we get nothing (which is what we expect even though we’re awesome) and sometimes we get coffee or a handful of change to put in our coffee fund. This is the equivalent amount of chocolate found in about a dozen normal size bars. I ate four squares of it and felt sick.
As interesting as all this is, hang on, because I’ve got something even better.
In my backyard this morning in the rain I spied a creature. That’s about as specific as I could be without my glasses. It looked like a bird, maybe a young Canada Goose.
I really need to clean this window before I take any more pictures through it. This is the last of our dirty snow pile still refusing to give up. And with glasses on and the zoom on my phone, look at this!
It’s a mallard duck with his very-hard-to-see mate just behind him. Both of them mucking about in the rain, like this is the wetlands or something. I was going to wake W up so he could get all excited about my remarkable avian identification skills involving a bird that wasn’t a blue jay or a cardinal, but then I remembered he used to be a migratory birds expert and seeing a duck might not be the highlight of his morning. I imagined him being grumpy and unimpressed, or worse, spewing out a hundred duck related facts off the top of his head. I let him sleep.
The ducks may have been attracted to all the spilled birdseed under our tree, or the gigantic puddle in our neighbor’s backyard caused from all the run off of the melting snow. He’s been pumping it periodically to keep it from turning into a big mud hole, and now all the rain makes it look like he hasn’t done a thing. I watched the ducks putter around for a bit, and then they waddled under the fence to the other side to play in the water. It was such a simple thing, and yet so odd and unexpected that it felt amazing. What an excellent way to start the day.
Just when you think it’s all about chocolate, life gives you ducks.
Happy Easter, Happy Sunday, Happy Spring. It’s raining here. Don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to see the rain.