Do they know those days are golden?

"...it is great that you seem to be going so well... and you looked happy the other day when I saw you, so I hope that you are! VERY!"

Something that an old teacher and friend sent to me in an email the other day. It warmed my heart and made me realise that yes, while times can be tough every now and again, I am quite content with the way I live right now. This sentiment made me smile because I know that she knows well my melancholic tendencies, saying once that she would miss my 'quietly intense' presence in her class (good or bad? Still working that one out). She is a sweetheart. 

So we've been appreciating little things around these parts lately! When things appear too large to comprehend (such as the amount of work we have to do before the end of semester...) I like to remind myself of the littlest things that happen in my life that makes it all worth it. Here are some. 

Walking across the State Library lawn being yelled at by friends and drinking five different soft drinks out of the same cup, passing it around from one person to the next. Giggling uncontrollably at my kitchen table with two of my best friends, remembering silly things we did when we were in school. Playing covers with my dear friend (and guitarist of Nebraskatak) in a tiny tiny little cafe for very little money, but for a lovely amount of friends who came to see us. An email filled with joy and good news, and the prospect of my dear Grace returning to us in just a couple of weeks. A loving arm lightly around my shoulders, a stroke of fingers against mine as I sat alone on a step, and the clip-clop of character shoes on asphalt at 8am on a Saturday morning. Oh, and my Dad turning up at home in a car. For me. 

A car for me. Guys. 

So yeah that last thing isn't little at all. But my Dad was so excited by me going for my licence in a few weeks (I'm not telling you the exact date in case I fail and have to do it again and I don't want to be harassed about it OK just let it be a surprise guys geez!!!) that he went and bought a car for me. It is a nice car. It's called the Mercedes even though it is not a Mercedes but a 17 year old BMW 'touring wagon'. We call it the Mercedes because it's a funny joke that I made because it is just not a Mercedes. Get it? Funny...It fits my keyboard and everything and I cry. Forever. 

It's kind of nice to think about superficial kinda things like that right now, after the week that we had this week. It's like looking at a supermarket catalogue while your clothes are on fire. Kind of. Anyway this post is erratic and supposed to be a little bit of light relief from all the sad vibes from the last coupla posts. I hope it has done its job. 

the mercer, the beautiful creature

the cactus channel doin' their thing last night at ding dong