Trivial things that make you happy - Part 3 - The Happyning

Kivaro wrote: »

The thing, which is certainly not a trivial thing, that made me happy today was hearing the news of our elderly citizens getting vaccination appointments all around the country for Thursday and Friday of this week. These are the people in complete lockdown for the last year and finally getting an opportunity to start dreaming of a real life again. These are the people who also laid the groundwork for the transformation of Ireland into a first world country, so they should be cherished and protected.

I completely agree.
But as a healthy retiree in my late sixties I am happy to wait for my vaccine until all the special needs teachers and SNAs are brought up the list. Schools would be so much safer if all staff were vaccinated.
I am lucky that I can enjoy the 5 kms around me and shop very carefully or online. I can keep apart from people and talk to my family from a distance.

Retail people, parents of vunerable children, carers are welcome to be ahead of me in the list.
There are probably thousands of older healthy like me who can survive another few months and allow more needy people get on with their lives.

Stupidly gave myself a break from my no sugar diet while I was in the midlands in the summer, was giving out to myself about it as I have to start again now.

It was really really bothered me, as my blood due soon and I hate those with the endless doom and gloom (tho my sugars have always been normal tg)

Had a peep and found that I have months and months longer than I thought to my blood tests.

The sun is shining , it's a beautiful day plus I got to see two of my grandaughters earlier this morning

Baby (and by default, me) slept until 10am

Had a lovely walk just now and met so many peoole out walking with their dogs, kids, babies, some picking up rubbish etc. Stopped and had socially distanced chats. Was so lovely to just reconnect with human beings and have a random chat with strangers

Watching a rerun of Still Game. Love the characters.

Did a run in my sleveless running vest, and I was too hot !!
Beautiful day in East Clare..

I decided to try duck breasts for the first time ever, currently sitting in the oven after a quick pan fry. Smells delicious, here's hoping it tastes delicious!

I heard a Russian poet/short story writer (Daniil Kharms) mentioned on the podcast I was listening to recently so I checked him out, and reading his quirky, absurd little stories has been putting a smile of my face. Look!! -->

Here's an example:

Symphony no. 2
Anton Mikhailovich spat, said "yuck", spat again, said "yuck" again, spat again, said "yuck" again and left. To Hell with him. Instead, let me tell about Ilya Pavlovich.

Ilya Pavlovich was born in 1893 in Constantinople. When he was still a boy, they moved to St. Petersburg, and there he graduated from the German School on Kirchnaya Street. Then he worked in some shop; then he did something else; and when the Revolution began, he emigrated. Well, to Hell with him. Instead, let me tell about Anna Ignatievna.

But it is not so easy to tell about Anna Ignatievna. Firstly, I know almost nothing about her, and secondly, I have just fallen of my chair, and have forgotten what I was about to say. So let me instead tell about myself.

I am tall, fairly intelligent; I dress prudently and tastefully; I don't drink, I don't bet on horses, but I like ladies. And ladies don't mind me. They like when I go out with them. Serafima Izmaylovna have invited me home several times, and Zinaida Yakovlevna also said that she was always glad to see me. But I was involved in a funny incident with Marina Petrovna, which I would like to tell about. A quite ordinary thing, but rather amusing. Because of me, Marina Petrovna lost all her hair - got bald like a baby's bottom. It happened like this: Once I went over to visit Marina Petrovna, and bang! she lost all her hair. And that was that.

I overheard two men meeting each other on the street. How are you doing? one said. ****ing ****e says yer man. Well I had to admire his honesty

Teaching my 11 year old kid to play poker on an online app and seeing him scorch some adult with pocket rockets, with a straight.