A Good Day

You find a 1962 book of poetry that speaks to you, a great old rare vinyl record to replace the copy that you scratched to hell in your youth, enjoy a sandwich from a small lunch place, snap a photo or two that you truly like and catch a televised basketball game in the evening, then that's a good day in my estimation. For myself anyway. That's how my day unfolded. Makes a person want to go back outside tomorrow.

Other Musings .....

• The thoughts of a friend in response to someone who might attempt to bring you down by commenting that, you are a "glass half empty" type of person ..... "Maybe you just need a smaller glass."
• Having someone ask you your name ..... and then remembering it a week or two later. Not something to be overated. It's a nice feeling.
• A friend happily announcing her retirement but feeling a little sad at walking away for the last time from a job that she loved. No matter how I feel about my job, I think it will be like that for me as well .... sad at walking away that last time. I'm not the type that will return to visit.
• How does one know when to use a comma? I'll read the sentence to myself and it sounds like it needs it. Then the next day, same sentence and it sounds misplaced. I'll edit journal entries of five million words just to add or delete one comma.