I made a list of things that make me happy about 5 years ago (probably before I blew out my back), and it’s really interesting to see how things changed.
Foreign films. Still true.
Wreck Beach. Still true; but I don’t go as much.
Roller skating. I haven’t done that in ages, and given that my balance is not good, I think that’s done. I still have ice skates but gosh, I’ve put on enough weight to make them a bad fit.
Writing songs. Now folks, what do YOU think? SVQ. Still my favourite activity by far. And so cheap! And so close! And so filled with inertnesting surprises!
Baking pies. I don’t think I’ve made more than one pie since I started living with Jeff. That, I hasten to add, is not his problem/fault/responsibility. Mmmm, pie. Too hot to bake right now.
Going to a spa. Oh, yeah. In fact, I think I may book something soon.
Cooking a large meal for a houseful of friends. Still true.
Throwing a party. Still true.
Walking. enh, not so much. I have to get going on this and just make a walk part of my morning routine, rain or shine.
Watching bugs. I can still do this for hours. I prefer that they not be silverfish under my bed though. I just cleaned under my bed, laid down some silverfish poison, and found twenty bucks. Even my fucking room is expressing an opinion on the subject of how stytastic it is.
Listening to live music. And you would guess….?
Home-making presents. Still doing that.
Watching fireworks. Well, the Vancouver crowds suck unholy mops, but yes.
Walking downtown on a Saturday night. I love people watching. Early in the evening, before the drunks get violent.
Getting a massage. Sadly, I have to pay for these now. I can winkle a few minutes out of the kids, but sigh.
Driving through terrain. I love highway driving in BC.
Seeing unusual animals – pets, IRL, zoos, TV shows – I loves me weird critters. Current favourite is velvet worms.
Travelling alone. I hate it; I prefer to do it alone. And sometimes being by myself at 30000 feet is okay; that’s the part of the trip that doesn’t freak me out.
Eating lobster. Yes. This.
Having sex. Haw, haw, haw. I’m celibate now – have been for a year – and I can cross this safely off my list of things to enjoy. This aphorism deleted. And nobody wants to hear details either way so, bully for me.
Going to the ballet. Haven’t done that in ages. The last opera was ruined by the perfume (Fuck Entitled White Women and their TRAIL OF TEAR GAS). But I could definitely handle some dancing soon.
What wasn’t on the list – drinking beer. Surfing the internet or watching ER for 6 hours at a time. Hugging my kids. Hearing a friend’s voice on the phone. Going to church.