5 Measures of a Good Day

The definition of a Good Day can change for me - even minute to minute - so the measure of a Good Day can obviously change, too.  If you see this post title again some day, it won't have the same content as this one.  It might have more to do with curbing my road rage on the way to work  - or resisting the urge to tell someone exactly what's on my mind.

ANYWAY... sometimes days that start off not so hot, end up pretty darn good (like today).

Here are 5 reasons why...
 
1.  I woke up (always a good start!)

2. Beautiful morning this morning.  Any day I can ride to work with the sunroof open and the radio blasting is a very good day.

3.  At lunchtime I went to the hospital to sit with Greg while Amy was in surgery (see #4) and I walked my silly self all over that doggone hospital to get to him.  (Since lupus came to visit, walking is generally not my best friend - especially not that kind of walking and especially when the day starts off with a lot of pain, like this one did.  How did I manage all that walking? I can only say that I was God-assisted.)

4.  Amy's surgery went well and she will be going home from the hospital tomorrow.

5.  At some point today, I got to talk to each of my kids (and yes, they are still kids when they're in their 30s)

And a bonus #6 measure of a Good Day...

When I got home from the hospital, the front porch was covered with boxes from my buddy the UPS man.  Christmas is definitely on the way!

When I was a kid (no, not in my 30s... when I was a REAL kid) I loved sending away box tops to get free things in the mail.  I haven't changed much. (only now it costs a LOT more money to get things in the mail)

What do you like to get in the mail??

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I'ts Not Easy Being Blue

By that I mean a Delaware state policeman (or woman).

Observation this morning on my way to work....

I got on I-495 this morning behind a Statie.  The guy in front of the Statie slowed down to about 3 mph (at least it felt like 3mph) on the entrance ramp to I-495.

When we actually got onto I-495 the guy still didn't go over 45.  So the Statie and I passed him.  BUT... as soon as the Statie pulled into the next lane, everyone in THAT lane slowed down - like dominoes falling forward.

Okay... I admit that I was brave because I was behind the Statie.   All I had to do was not pass him.  BUT... as soon as the poor policeman got on the highway, everyone within 2 miles started driving like an idiot... or as my wise, oldest child might say... they drove like punks. 

Why do we do that?  (Yeah.. I do it too) I think in my case, I'm not very trustful.  I think I've watched too many TV shows where the cop bends the truth... or just lies outright.   72 billion great cops in the country, but it would be my luck to run into the one bad apple.  (But if the TV shows are correct, that one bad cop would be in New York City anyway... so I'd be safe)

Maybe that's why we drive like punks when there's a Statie around. Maybe we're not completely trustful. OR maybe we just don't want to get a ticket for doing 90 in a 65 mph zone.  That could do it too.

And if I were in trouble?  Stuck on the road somewhere at night?  Or leaving a shopping center at closing time?  Those blue cars and blue uniforms would suuuuuuuuure look good!!

Do you drive like a punk when a policeman is around???

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Under the Influence...

...of Dr. Suess

I work in a box
a sea green box
no windows
one door
(but at least the door locks)

It's private. (It's hot!)
It's all that I've got
I exist
and get pissed
in this one little spot

But the music - it saves me
Won't let work enslave me
It finds me
Defines me
It crashes and caves me

Inside my green box
A sweet guitar rocks
I am lifted
And gifted
While the work clock tick-tocks

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