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Tuesday, April 8, 2008

It's "Cheer Up, Charlie" Time...

Oh boy, am I ever in a good mood today! Look at what the forecast is**:

Can't see? I'll zoom in on it:

See that, there at the end, under the bright yellow sun under the word "SUN?" Seventy-one degrees! I know, it predicts snow tomorrow--but don't worry. It won't happen. I know it won't. It's the power of positive thinking, see? I learned about it yesterday [actually, I've known it since grade school, but sometimes I don't utilise my positive thoughts to their fullest potential. But yesterday I re-learned how to do so]. I can decide how cheerful my life will be, regardless of the lousy white stuff that might be sprinkling from the sky--which won' sprinkling, that is.

It all started when I bought a new pair of tennis shoes (or "running shoes," as Poor Kyle would like to point out they should be called, when their purpose is to run. Not to play tennis. Because I don't play tennis. {But old habits die hard and I've always called them tennis shoes, so leave me alone, PK! At least I don't say SOAR-EE when I try to say "sorry".}).

Anyway, I went on the inaugural run sporting my new cross trainers yesterday. Oh, look, here they are:

And since it was such an exhilarating workout (after which workout I even remembered to stretch [not that it did me a lick of good, since I'm sore like a granny today,]), I decided to further my sportiness for the day. Poor Kyle invited me to go golfing with him, and so I did.

I've never golfed before. But with the power of my amazing new tennis shoes (and after one hour on Mayberry's own driving range and two hours on the nearby course), I was almost passable as a beginner. See?

I know, the girl in that photo could be anyone, but trust me: if I could claim anyone else's body, I might--but we're all about honesty here at Archives of Our Lives. It's me.

Anyway, after all my hard work yesterday, and what with my bad case of The Whooping Cough, I decided to forgo the run today, and walk briskly instead. It was nice outside; there blew a lovely breeze [isn't it funny how, when I'm walking, the wind is "a lovely breeze," but when I'm running, it suddenly becomes tornado-scale gales? I know.], the sun was peeking through the crisp white clouds, and I was listening to this song [currently playing].

So despite recent setbacks in my Canadian residency paperwork, and despite the fact that I may never become an employed member of society, and despite children running amok in the neighborhood, and despite The Whooping Cough that is (ahem) going around...

...well, it's just not worth it not to be happy.

**I just realised it's kind of a personal thing to post one's Mac dashboard on the internet for all the world to see. I bet you're all wondering just what possessed me to look up the exact definition of the word "bequeath," or perhaps why I felt the need to have a French-English translator so close at hand. Well, you'll just have to ask God when you die, because I'll never tell.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...


I'm glad you are happy. It must get depressing being in a place that is cold for such a long time, especially when you aren't used to it. I'm sorry. I can honestly say that I can't imagine. I can, however, imagine your pain, and for that I am truly sorry. I'm glad you're cheering up, Charlie.

April 8, 2008 at 10:19 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

the summers are lovely here my dear. you'll quite enjoy them, i hope. 16 hours of sun, sometimes abit intrusive. best to have dark curtains on the bedroom window(s).
i think i understand. i never speak online without an english, and french/english dictionary on hand. you love words. you take great care in their of the reasons we like to read you.

April 9, 2008 at 1:01 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

this is a great song. great post. inspiring. i feel like being happy now. thanks.

April 9, 2008 at 9:00 AM  
Blogger Jami said...

my positive thinking got grace here 2 weeks early! From the day that I found out I was pregnate I decided that I was going to have Grace on the 11th! Well on the 11th my labor started, and she was born on the 13th. By labor I mean braxton hicks, and things of that sort! But can you belive that...I sent my positve engergy to the universe, and they sent me back LABOR! So send you thoughts away, I am sure it won't snow!

April 9, 2008 at 10:53 AM  
Blogger kayleen said...

i really don't think god would even know why.

excellent post, camille. but why must you continue to put an S where a Z needs to be. is that a french thing? must be. it makes it uncomfortable to read...since we're all about honesty here.

April 9, 2008 at 3:17 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

your happy makes me happy. thank you.

April 9, 2008 at 4:07 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I agree with that kayleen person.

April 9, 2008 at 8:15 PM  

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