Being happy ain't rocket science

The news out there is pretty bad and the foretellings don't offer clear pathways to peace or greater comfort.

There are days when the news at home doesn't seem much better. This time it's the indoor plumbing. Two months ago it was the outdoor plumbing. Now after three days of sharing the house with my plumbers there are now some evenings to share with the dry-wall finisher.

But, you know, other than having to remain fully dressed and dine on take-out, it's a good experience to have folks in the house and Alex loves it. These guys are why I love small town North Georgia. They are so kind and genuinely considerate. How very hard they work for what I can afford them. I recall my father coming home late and exhausted, then at it again the next morning. That is the life of most in this country. And all that most aspire to is the opportunity to work, to earn.

There is something about the doing that keeps us grounded, even in the face of fearful events. Note cards from FINC seeking donations came in the mail yesterday. They are photographs of Afghan women at their work. Their expressions are of contentment and happiness.

Laundry needs to be done, the dishwasher emptied and stuffed peppers prepared and frozen for future meals. Tommy Titmouse has just made his third visit to peck on the window by the empty suet feeder. So; I am off to do my work and to be happy.

A movie predicting the world will end in 2012 has become a topic of discussion lately. In that some of my fellow earthlings believe all they see in the movies, it is causing quite a bruhaha. Be that as it may it is my guess that whatever day the world ends, most folks will be going about their work and being happy.