Weekends don’t count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless. Bill Watterson
Yesterday’s quote sets me up for having the best day in the year and reminds me to write it on my heart that every day is the best day. So, today I’ll take the pressure off of my little Dottie Do Good persona and let today’s best day’s awareness be of doing something completely pointless.
Yesterday I promise pictures, but alas, my camera and new computer are not yet speaking the same language. So I will tell of the pictures that would be on this site if I were more fluent in computerese.
1. Here’s a picture of the Mexican petunias in my front flower bed. There are six blue-purple flowers. However, what is not in the picture is the hummingbird that flits back and forth among the blooms. I couldn’t find my camera fast enough.
2. This is a picture of the tattoo I drew on my arm. It’s a heart that contains the words every day is the best day in the year. See, I wrote it on my heart. Get it? I’m thinking that having a real tattoo like this would be a nice reminder.
3. Now here’s a picture of the veggie quesadilla (now spelled correctly) I made for lunch, using peppers and squash from my garden. Last Saturday I learned how to make these at the Valencia Youth Garden’s Veggie of the Month class and I’ve been making them ever since.
4. You’re now looking at a picture of this sweet little computer with more power than I yet know what to do with, as I discover how well Netflix instant play movies work.
5. Here’s the new stack of books from the library that I am getting lost in.
6. There is no picture for the last three encounters that made this the best day in the year. A text from Leah about a movie outing for Monday, the message from Maryanne setting up a time to meet at Barnes and Noble today, and the Facebook messages from Dawn as she recounts her adventures in Arkansas with my brother.
Life is good. And today I’m looking forward to another best day doing something completely pointless.