appreciate it, damn it.

Today I decided I needed to appreciate more about the way my life currently is. And, I did, pretty much. I appreciated eating Lucky Charms in my truck on the way to work. I appreciated work, pretty much. The day was decently-paced, even though we weren't busy. I appreciated that. I did not appreciate the ferocious cramps I got after two sets of shuttles. That was not wonderful. I don't appreciate cramps, ever. I did appreciate Molly today, often. Just a little less when she was fangry, and then a little less again when she was crazy with post-fangles. I appreciated Charlie and Suzy, even though Charlie hid underneath the hammock when I threw Suzy's ball. He's mad at me right now because I caught him eating really expensive catfood yesterday and put him in a five minute time-out in the bedroom. I really appreciated the Lake City Seafair parade yesterday. The many many drill teams (Sultan! What!) with their one foot stamping and their tassled boots and cowgirl hats. I appreciated the Lake City Vigilantes, and how the pot-bellied man with the cowboy hat, vest and holter strapped to his leg fingered the butt of his "pistol" when a group of black kids walked by. I appreciated the drunk man, the cracked out lady and the toothless meth couple that all stopped to pet our dogs. I did not appreciate the womanly Ronald McDonald swirling down Lake City Way on a Segway crying out, "Helllloooo Laaakkee Citeeee. Helllllo frieennds. Weeeeoooo!! Yeahh!!" He didn't even hand anything out. You'd think McDonalds could spring for some coupons. I appreciated all the middle-aged men bumping their fist on their chest when Dick('s), himself, rode his convertible past. Charlie did not appreciate the Seafair pirates' canons or bullwhips. It was a great community event. Only 364 more days until Lake City Pioneer Days 2009.

Today I also appreciated the chickens. And how they ran after me in the yard. And already know that taking off the compost lid means time to eat all the tasty fly larva.