Some things are pretty great
- sleeping in your own bed again is pretty great. Even if you've only been away from it for one night. Especially if you take the time to put freshly laundered sheets and clean blankets on and make sure that they are crisp and wrinkle-free. And for the best effect, do this earlier in the day, so that every time you happen to pass by your bed, you can see those smooth sheets and fluffed pillows beckoning you so beguilingly. Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!
- opening all the windows in the house on the first really nice spring day is pretty great.
- Scottish accents are pretty great. I was just finishing exercising today when I ran out of music. Rather than put another cd on, I un-muted the tv, where Colin and Justin's How Not to Decorate was on. I had never heard them speak before. OMG they have the loveliest accents! I couldn't understand half of what they said, but I loved hearing them say it. And I think that's part of the reason I love Belle and Sebastian so much.
- that guy getting his dog Rocco back is pretty great. A Calgary man's yellow lab disappeared from his backyard a couple of weeks ago. The gates were all still closed, leading him to believe Rocco had been stolen. He took out full page colour ads in all the papers offering a $10,000 reward plus a $3,000 donation to the children's hospital for his return. He had actually been found by someone on a acreage who did not know the situation, and who turned him over.
My friend Grant said "I sure wouldn't do that for my dog. I'm not even sure if I feel that way about my kids". That's pretty great, too.
- the life expectancy in Zimbabwe is 34 years for women, 37 years for men. The high rate of HIV-AIDS and the collapse of the health care system are cited as factors. The suckage rating for these shocking statistics, straight out of the Stone Age, is 10/10.
- not only do we get the NME a week later than the rest of the world, we have to pay $8.50 Cdn per weekly issue, PLUS somebody liberated the free cd which was supposed to be included in the April 1 edition from every magazine in Indigo. The suckage factor for this is 6/10.
- the bald-headed bastard across the back lane has once again taken to idling his diesel truck behind our back fence for eons at a time. This of course coincides with the first really nice day of spring when we open all of our windows, thereby seriously cutting into the enjoyment factor of said really great thing mentioned earlier. Suckage factor = 8/10
But today I decided I'm going to be proactive and went over to confront him, while he was vacuuming said truck with the engine idling. Here's how it went (after Jerry warned me to play it cool and be nice):
me: Hi, how are you?
bald-headed bastard: fine
me: do you mind not idling your truck, as we now have our windows open and the house fills with exhaust fumes?
b-hb: well it takes 10 minutes to warm this truck up
me: I appreciate that, but it's been running for 40 minutes now
bh-b: well I haven't run it all winter, I need it for work. Fine. *shuts off engine*
Jeez, Jerry was right, and I was ready to scratch the guy's eyes out and instead I can now claim the high road. Sweet!
I am such a poor winner. I've been strutting around the house all afternoon since then, singing in my Cartman voice "I told the bald-headed bastard off, I made him turn off his engine!" I need to either a) not get into any more fights, or b) get into a lot more fights so that I learn how to be gracious about winning them.
All in all, a pretty good day.