Something I enjoy eating. (Trickier than in days past; this nonsense has gone way beyond "finicky eater." Sometimes even thinking of eating sits wrong.)
A bird I've never seen before, zooming through the back yard.
Smelling the differences between wind off the distant mountains and off the local hills.
Hearing the Song of the City change, from day to night, and hoow each day is different.
Just watching myself change lanes on the Nostalgia Highway... First remembering the Goode Olde Days back at Yale, then years later, a time when I was running the rock band that played at Prep football games. (A reminder to self: stay here, now. There ar many paths to enlightenment, but "nostalgia" isn't one of them.)
The indulgence of watching a cartoon I like, that touches my heart. I've been enjoying Stephen in Stephen Universe and his relationship to a very dear character, Connie. I think the road has already been laid... I think it's clear that she loves him, and is a worthy co-adventurer.
Some days are for adventures, like going across town to see doctors. Or going within town to get new glasses. Or maybe go to a store. Or wheel by Ten Ren for some tea. Or lunch, even, keeping in mind the "if I'm eating" above.
A successful transfer from anything to wheelchair or vice versa. Sometimes even an enjoyable (even better than a worry-free) one.
Making the cat happy. Always a moving target... But I do what I can. And sometimes I even get a purr.
Which is just fine. good" doesn't have to be "huge" just to be "good"...
After all, every day is a once-in-a-lifetime experience, is it not?
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