Saturday!!

Last week and this past week I realized a new fondness for Fridays. For the past several years I have always been very careful about not wishing my life away, as in, "I wish this day was over!" That sort of talking or thinking really is not good. Each little moment goes by so quickly and we should really pay attention to them. Things aren't so bad if you notice the majority of moments are quite good, percentage wise. Why do bad moments weigh so much more heavily in our minds than the good or neutral moments? I was thinking about this the other day, one of the 7th grade assignments involves drawing in 2-point perspective, 3 buildings, people, trees and clouds and sun that do not look like stick figures, and then I did a presentation on graffiti (legal vs. illegal) and I expect them to add some graffiti to one of their buildings which would be graffiti of the "I asked permission to paint graffiti on this wall" variety. "Legal Graffiti!" I said. And some of them took it literally and drew the words Legal and Graffiti on their buildings. One kid asked if he could write "Life Sucks" on his wall and I told him no. But it has become a concern for me. I'm worried now, he was smiling and somewhat joking around but I think he meant it, in his perception his life might suck, right?

Life doesn't really suck. I think that's what I told him.

The percentage of sucky moments is far outweighed by good and neutral moments. For example, nobody's dog gets run over every moment of the day. We are not stubbing our toes constantly, it's just usually once or twice a week, right? And it only takes a second, and the pain doesn't last very long.

I dunno, maybe I have a high tolerance.

Or a better idea of those percentages. 


The moment I walk in the house and realize it is totally clean because the good elf was over before I got home. He made everything line up straight. That is a sweet moment I can re-live again and again because in another moment the boys will run home and ask if they can spend the night next door...thus leaving the entire house spotless for moments which add up into hours and hours.  The moment the kitty jumps on the bed and then settles into the crook of my back, and  instead of jumping back down because I start to move, she just sort of log-rolls along to the next crook I make is always fairly satisfying for me. So there are other moments, like the ones where nothing is happening really. Those aren't too bad. And the moment when Mr. C. looks in the kitty's ear and says "ooh, I think I see her brain," then he grabs onto her little ear with his fingertips and she folds it down and he says "Don't you close your ears on me, Missy!" That was pretty cute.