1. Reading.
I'm going at a snail's pace through my current book, since I generally only read while exercising, these days, and, um, I haven't been as consistent about that as I ought, but Tish is growing on me. The book Donald and I are reading, Feet of Clay, has been amusing, too. There's nothing like slipping into another world for half an hour or so-- especially when it's a well-ordered world with the kind of author you can trust to supply a satisfying conclusion with all the threads of the story tied into a nice, neat bow. Yes, please, and thank you kindly!
2. A new crochet project in new colors.
This one will be a variety of different 12" blocks. There's no chance to get bored when you crochet each pattern only once! It keeps you on your toes. (I know; I mention crochet a lot in these "what made me happy" entries-- but it's one of the things that most consistently make me happy, lately...)
3. Homemade sugar cookies.
I don't make them very often-- once or twice a year, maybe-- and that's
4. Favorite TV shows.
(For instance, Community, which finally returned with new episodes a week or so ago.) It sounds kind of shallow, somehow, which is silly. Why is feeling happy about a TV show so different from feeling happy about books? Turning on the TV and relaxing on the couch (with a crochet project in hand) at the end of the day is a real treat. Nothin' wrong with a little escapism... (Or a whole heapin' lot of it, as the case may be, what with books and TV and so on and so forth.)
BONUS. Not getting hit by a meteorite.
Can something that didn't happen count? (g) Sure, why not? I'm thankful and very happy that the world is still turning in its usual way, with no cataclysmic calamities to complain of. Seriously, though, these "little things" have a wonderful way of making you stop and take stock of your life. There are major problems in the world, but it could be so much worse.
Hm. I think at least certain elements of these "52 Weeks" entries are beginning to sound like a broken record. (Crafts, food, weather, gardening, books.) I guess the same small things make me happy on a regular basis... Or maybe I'm just not good at remembering the other things. I'll keep up with 52 Weeks, though. It can't hurt, and we're only seven weeks into the project.
