Every day is pretty good when you have a place to live and food and books to read. But every now and then you get a perfect day.
I wrote in a sunny spot for a while.
A friend told me about a book that I know will be beautiful because all the books he recommends are that way.
A good friend sent me an email to tell me that he loved Graffiti Moon.
I went for a walk and my IPod shuffled great songs. Lots of M.Ward. Like this one.
Then later it got really good.
I rode to my brother’s house for dinner.
He cooked from scratch while I hoola-hooped in the garden with my niece and nephews and chatted to my sister-in-law Cate.
About a month ago Cate called to find out my favourite word.
And then tonight I got this box.
With this inside.
And this on top.
Even better, there was this card.
And even better, my very, very, very talented nephew made me a graphic novel. Spike and Cocky The Bug Paramedics. © Declan Crowley
Best present ever.
Two very cool bugs with a big dream. With his permission, here are some of the amazing illustrations and text.
And then I rode home. It was dark and my bike light made tunnels that lit up the rain.