Worm

I recant. I don't hate people, and I feel like an invertebrate for having said so. What I need isn't a tirade, as satisfactory as that might sound. What I really need is to think about the day's good points. Here goes.

:::deep breath:::

1. The younger daughter after school this afternoon using her little stuffed eagle (school mascot) and her goldfish crackers to give us an impromptu demonstration at the table of what DDT does to the wildlife in an ecosystem. (I will never look at goldfish crackers the same way again.)

2. The older daughter buying her little sister a secret Easter gift with her own money.

3. Errand running with Grandma.

4. The sky at sunset as I sat on the glider and watched the colors change and the light soften.

5. The trilling of one of the creek frogs and the sweet chirping of the peepers (little tree frogs) as dusk deepened.

6. The more frequent desire to write, and the slowly widening freedom to dabble in fiction for the first time in almost twenty years.

7. A 10-15 minute conversation with a couple I'd just met--total strangers--in the hairspray aisle at Stuff-Mart. They are celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary this year, something that means more to me more than I can say. (Yes, I told them so and thanked them.)

8. The patient, hard-working, kind and faintly warped husband sleeping in the next room.

9. The light that spilled through the eastern windows in the bedroom this morning.

10. The God whose grace astounds and totally befuddles me.