In Which There Are Happy Things

The day is cold and dark and dreary….  So, because it’s so gloomy outside, today I’m focusing on happy, cheerful things.
I don’t have a ton of time to focus on happy cheerful things, however, so this will be a brief post.

I need this clock. Running behind is pretty much the story of my life.


Happy Thing 1: Many thanks to Snap Thoughts, Renaissance Rain, and Living Learning and Letting Go for considering my posts Share-able!

Happy Think 2: Few things  make me as happy as receiving correspondence in the mail. I’m terribly behind on my replies (hence today’s shorter than normal post), but hooray for people who send me mail in spite of my delinquent reciprocation!

REAL HANDWRITTEN MAIL–WITH A STAMP ON IT AND EVERYTHING! (Bonus points for having written in cursive on fancy paper)




Happy Thing 3: Packages (similar to handwritten correspondence, but generally bulkier) also make me smile–especially when they contain reading material and mementos of happy memories. The Renaissance paraphernalia is from my first ever trip to a Ren Fair last summer in Wisconsin. So much fun! And the book? One can never have too many books stacked in I-intend-to-read-this-very-very-soon piles. This book contains tales of a country vet written in delightful prose. At least, that’s what I’m told. I love it when friends recommend reading material they think I would enjoy ^_^

My face had the same expression as that guy’s for most of the day. ^_^


And, finally, bright happy flowers are perfect pick-me-ups on dreary grey days.
(You’ll have to pardon the grainy quality–my iphone doesn’t take the highest quality pictures.)

What a happy Tulip! ^_^

Have a happy Monday!

Until we resume with regularly (un)scheduled chaos, entertain yourself by delving into the archives. I (FINALLY) finished putting together some pages to compile “Best of Show” favorite posts.

Check out O. D. D. (Adventures in Online Dating) For advice, reflections, and great fun in the Plenty of Fish pond.

Explore the Ex-Files to laugh with me at messages from Men I would NEVER date.

Browse Snarkasm to see how beautiful a relationship between snark and sarcasm can be.

And if, like me you’ve given up on relationships for now and just want to read some quirky adventures of a closet cat lady,  peruse the world of  Weirdnerful.


The Rainy Day


The day is cold, and dark, and dreary

It rains, and the wind is never weary;

The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,

But at every gust the dead leaves fall,

 And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;

It rains, and the wind is never weary;

My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,

But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,

 And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;

Thy fate is the common fate of all,

Into each life some rain must fall,

Some days must be dark and dreary.

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



7 thoughts on “In Which There Are Happy Things

  1. What a funderful post, Charity! (I just made that word up) I’ve heard great things about James Herriot, although I’ve not read any of his books myself. I have the ever growing pile of “must read soon” books sitting near my bed as well. I wonder if we’ll ever make it through our respective collections? 🙂


  2. Great post! It’s important to look for the positive side of things, especially on rainy days. It’s been gloomy where I’m at too so I’m staying focused on things that make me happy. I even crack a corny joke or two!


  3. Pingback: In Which I’m Still Trying to Find Myself, But Others Find Me Humorous(ly) | Euphonic Charity

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