Life is good

I had another good day yesterday. I finished Maggies blanket Saturday night (and I am very proud of it). D was home for the whole day, not working, not learning, not driving a big rig, not playing hockey or on the phone making arrangements to play hockey. We got up, had a coffee or two, had a nice simple family breakfast and cleaned the house. We took Kaitlin to the pool with her cousins, washed my car, put some fuel in it, picked up D's car which had to stay overnight in a parking lot because it had a couple of beers and couldn't drive itself home & then picked up Kaitlin & went to D's parents for dinner and an evening of good food and good company.

While in the midst of cleaning the house, I spoke on the phone with someone I hadn't talked with for a while and he asked me how things were going. I replied "Good. Life is good.". He asked if I had recently won the lottery? I didn't understand why he asked that, so replied somewhat puzzled "no..., why?". He explained that if life was good, I must have won the lottery. He was just joking around, and didn't mean anything by the comment, but it struck me kind of funny.

Do I have to have piles of money to have a good life? To me, a good day, a good hour or even a good laugh are all I need to feel my life is good. I have a nice home, a decent set of wheels, a man who loves and respects me, a job that gives me satisfaction when I can do it well and a happy, healthy family. Why wouldn't life be good? Why shouldn't life be good? Why would a comment such as life is good get such a reply. I just don't understand it. I think I am still puzzled.

I had another good day again today. I worked my ass off (it found me on the way home again though) but actually got somewhere doing it today. Interruptions were reasonable and Kaitlin made a simple but terrific dinner for us with less than one full rack of dishes to do after. I haven't turned the TV on yet today and its now time for bed and a new book I just started.

LIFE IS GOOD!