small reasons to smile

Corinne asks if I’d mind if she canceled plans to see a screening of 12 Years A Slave on Monday night.  I’m thrilled.  An hour later I receive the DVD in the mail.

Today is a cold, wet, snowy-rainy day.  Jill is okay with my canceling our screening for Rush tonight.  I also have the DVD.

Zelia and I go to Costco.  The ice on her windshield is thick.  It’s impossible to remove in our girly gloves (mine are fingerless) and Zelia doesn’t have a scraper. I approach a man outside a truck and ask if he has a scraper we can borrow.  He doesn’t.  Instead, he walks over and with his big manly gloves quickly de-ices the windshield, then refuses a tip.

My friend who ended our friendship in June, calls and wants to get together.  I am thrilled.

I discover how easy it is to digitally download a movie to my iPad and then watch it on TV using Airplay.

Alexander is one final away from the end of the semester.  I feel his relief, having just been there.

I am speaking to Bob, an old boyfriend who lives in both San Francisco and Napa Valley.  We are discussing Kim-Jon-un of North Korea.  He recently had his uncle executed for no reason.  We agree that we live in the best country in the world.  Bob adds, "I mean really, do you ever hear of people wanting to immigrate to France?  Or Germany?  Or China?  Or Argentina?"  And of course I add, "And I live in the best city in the best country in the world."  Bob disagrees.

It's December.  I love this time of year.