my brother asked me a question today…
are you happy?
what do ya mean happy?
there’s a lot of people
in this world
that aren’t happy
with their lot in life
with their station
their job
their lifestyle
their relationship
or
their loneliness
nothing is good enough
so they are not happy
me?
in spite of my health
and the life allowances
I’ve had to make for same
I’m happy with my job
it’s just enough work
and we laugh a lot
I’m happy with my car
I’ve got cruise control
an iPod hook up
and my phone connects
to the radio like magic
I’m happy with my new place to live
I see friends
when I want
and I hide out when I want
today
as I was washing out
a bunch of items
I want to display
on the new built in
my cousin installed for me
last week
it occurred to me
that when I first planned
to move out here
16 er 17 years ago
I had a dream
a vision if you will
of what my life
would look like
esthetically
and it included
a quiet but good sized home
surrounded by big cedars
and greenery
more than one bedroom
so I could have a guest
if I felt like inviting one
big sunny windows
to hang my chimes and some plants in
white shelving to display
all my cobalt glass
and crystal and jugs
that were my grandma’s
and a small dog
for the unconditional love
and the occasional laugh
I’ve got all of that right now
so
the answer is…
yes,
I am happy.
