It’s Super Bowl Sunday. We’ll see some family at lunchtime, but we’ll watch the game alone. No fancy appetizers or cookies shaped like footballs. I’m happy about that.
I’m cheering for the offense today. There are still Broncos connections in San Francisco and the Kansas City quarterback is a real kick to watch. I figure there’s no way the game can make me unhappy unless it turns into a brutal defensive battle.
With that in mind, here’s this week’s Happy List:
55. Looking forward to a high-scoring Super Bowl.
56. Extra time at acupuncture last week.
57. Jim’s Facebook post about science fiction movies.
58. Just being lazy on a weekday.
59. My red-headed woodpecker.
60. Whipping up a cheese soufflé with what I found in the fridge.
61. The movie Moonstruck.
62. The song “Moon Dance.”
63. Almost anything connected with the moon.
64. The smell in the house when I cook or bake something wonderful. Beef stock right now.
65. My heart still doing happy flip flops when I see Jim after I’ve been away for the afternoon.
66. Finding something I’ve lost. Usually my royal blue Lamy ballpoint pen.
67. The buyer at the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum explaining to me that objects like to go on vacation too. She said physical things vanish and days later they return in places close to where they started. I’m currently hoping my handwritten book of recipes (started last spring) will decide to come home.
68. Marcus Samuelson’s PBS show–No Passport Needed. It’s as close to having Anthony Bourdain back as I can find.
69. Shipping off notecards.
70. Fun conversations on Facebook with former students.
71. Watching Casablanca with Jim.
72. Franny having a business meeting with someone who knew our Vallarta friends. It was a definite small world event.
73. Finishing the silly moose notecard. Moose make no sense to me.
74. Receiving my second sketchbook in the mail.
75. My pseudo-daughter Lisa liking the book I suggested (The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo). It’s a perfect beach book.
76. Being in the house when there is no sound. No TV or computer beeps or music or anything. I can hear the house then.
77. Being in the house alone. Very rare.
78. Watching Cleopatra to see Liz’s clothes and to hear Burton’s voice.
79. Our kitchen floor being restored and back to itself again.
80. Tomato soup with lots of parmesan cheese and freshly ground pepper.
81. The Overstory by Richard Powers. It made me love trees even more.
That’s enough for now. See you next Sunday.