April 16, 2010
Today Is A Good Day
1. Started the day with my first post-colonoscopy poop. Smooth as silk. The Bristol Scale needs a new number (or perhaps a symbol) to do justice to the beautiful poop I made.
2. After said poop, went into the closet and noticed a shoe box. Looked inside to find a brand new pair of Paul Green sandals, purchased on sale last winter and forgotten.
Life just doesn’t get much better than this, folks.
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fuckin’ a fantastic.
I’ll say.
I don’t think I’ve ever managed to buy seasonal shoes off-season on sale, but if I could… I’d bet the rediscovery of them truly is the mark of a Good Day.
yes, and I am stranded in northern europe. ecstatic.
Oh, Lucy–I wondered if the volcanic eruption coincided with your travel to Denmark. Are you okay? Please tell us you aren’t stuck in an airport.
No, everything feels like Casablanca inside. It is wonderful. But it is highly likely that I have an enormo-adventure on my heels in a couple of days. I have to get back for my travels to the US.
Lucy, you’ve been on my mind. If any of those US immigration bureaucrats hassles you on account of “change of itinerary”, you send ‘em to me.
Phil made it back to Heathrow from Athens just under the wire on Thursday.
Lucky for Cooper he is cruising, not flying, to the Mediterranean. On Monday he departs Florida for Rome, thence to Malta.
Yes, I was thinking about Cooper, how his journey must feel so much more satisfying now. Less kooky, more mainstream. That’s remarkable about Phil flying in on Thursday. I thought it was something that I flew across Scotland, northern England and Denmark on Wednesday night, but that’s remarkable that he made it on Thursday, probably as it was descending.
You know it’s thrilling and challenging and beautiful, this life, right now.
Lucy, you are remarkable.
I’m with you, Lucy. Sometimes it is dreadful and disorienting, this life we live, but it is thrilling and beautiful as well. Like billowing volcanic ash — so long as you are not viewing it in passive frustration on a monitor in an immobilized airport.
I have no idea how I made it back to the UK!
I had no idea what was happening and landed at Heathrow at 1130am. It was only when I got home and my neighbour said how surprised he was to see me that it all unfolded. I think all airspace was closed at 12 so I really slipped in!
Cindy, that post-colonoscopy poop sounded sweet! Cretan poops are sweet and silky smooth – it must be the greens! I guess your insides are like an engine that has been purged with Redex!
It’s odd you mentioning about additions to the Bristol Poop Scale as I felt when I was in Texas I experienced things that really didn’t show on that scale!
The baby Jesus decided he’d finally give you a break.
I mean with respect to your slipping back into the UK, not any evacuation you may have experienced in Texas.
The baby Jesus gave me a break today too. Well, it wasn’t as good as Cindy’s, but every poop is a gift. Now if only baby Jesus could stop this faucet that my nose has become.
Hep me jesus!
Kathy, think of every string of snot — every booger — as a gift right from the baby Jesus to you.
The older you get, the more you value a good poop and comfortable footwear. It’s the natural order of things.