Nothing

Yep, I'm coming up blank here tonight.  Can't think of a damn thing that I fell in love with today.  It was a fine day.  The weather was beautiful, I got a lot of work done, my cat fed herself with another dead bunny, and I had company for dinner.  All good . . . except maybe for the dead bunny.

Nobody accosted me, sued me, hurt my feelings, robbed my home, spit in my face, stole my identity, or mailed me an envelope full of ricin.  My kids are all safe and accounted for, the mail was delivered on time, and there are no leaks in  . . . well, in anything.  Both cars have a full tank, there is ice cream in the freezer, and the bills have all been paid.

So what will I blog about?

Maybe all the things that could have happened but didn't?  No, I worded that wrong.  I am in love with the FACT that many things could have happened to me today but didn't.  Reminds me of a poem by Lucille Clifton.  I was in the audience when she read it one time back in the 80s.  I have never forgotten the last line:

won't you celebrate with me

won't  you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did i see to be except myself?
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me 
and has failed.