Things that are making me happy

Singing along with Dave Matthews in his octave.

Throwing things away. There probably aren't many instances where ridding your life of something ugly is as simple as the physical action of destroying it or putting distance between it and you, but it's a pleasure when such an instance does come along.

Reading with Austin Scarlett.

Friday lunch dates with my dad downtown. I catch the subway and meet him outside his company's skyscraper, and we have something yummy and I get sore feet or a sunburn from walking/lying around in the financial district sunshine. We have reconciled enough with each other that we can again have the very meandering, intellectual conversations that we've had since I was young.

Moving on from phonology to language acquisition in my linguistics class. About time, too, because I was about to die a phonemical death. Thank goodness, the new unit on psycholinguistics is fascinating.

Hiking down to a used bookstore [this lovely one, if any of my San Franciscans are wondering] to trade in some novels I didn't want anymore for a book of poetry and a print of a '40s photograph.

Late-morning mugs of black tea.

Making plans for my life that I really like and can actually make happen this year.

Being able to provide concrete support for my astronaut sister, despite the distance.

This picture from Erin's 365.

Taking down one of my mirrors for no particular reason. Now whenever I look at the place on the wall where it used to be, I get this funny jolt because my reflection's not there anymore to return my gaze. It feels sort of like I've vanished myself.

Little monks who share my like of boba.