I thought I'd have a go at This Joy and Ride's 'Find Joy' project. The idea is that you make a list of three things that give you joy, and make time for them.
As you may have gathered, I am not too good at joy. But I do like To Do lists, and spending time hanging around on 43 folders reading about making good ones.
My three things were:
3) Something else. (See, I can't even THINK of three things)
So, running. I've just started running using Robert Ullrey's Couch to 5k in 9 weeks podcasts. I'm now on Week 3 - and with my history with sport and exercise, this is incredibly impressive. I didn't expect to enjoy it, but I do. Quite apart from the fact that I am physically running away from my children, on the canal path I see newborn ducks, shimmering water, the odd canal boat, and all kinds of joyful crap.
Laughter. This should be easy, because tonight I am getting together with the friends I met when the Eldest Latte was small, when we would meet every Friday morning with our children. Those early years may have been sleepless, and marked by the discovery that Eldest had cerebral palsy, but I don't think I have ever laughed so hard as I did on those Friday mornings.
Something else. Well, lookee here. If it isn't a new Lloyd Cole CD.
I haven't bought a new CD since, gosh, I don't think that the shop I got it from is still there. I bought this CD last night when I went to see Lloyd Cole play in Manchester. If you remember, I went to see him back in January. Lucky me! That's pretty damn joyful as far as I'm concerned.
See - it's signed and everything! I got it signed afterwards, and presented with the chance to talk to him and tell him how much pleasure listening to his music had given me over two decades, I said: "Hi. Er. Lovely. Er." It's a good job I didn't meet him when I saw him play in 1988, because back then I hadn't had time to develop these enviable social skills.
(I tried to listen to my new CD this morning while the Little Lattes were gathered joyfully around the breakfast table, but I couldn't hear it for their joyful chatter.
"Stop touching me!"
"Don't pester your sister, she's in a really grumpy mood."
"She's doing it again. She's touching me! She's touching my arm!")
Still, three strikes for joy, eh? Hands up all those people who didn't think I'd manage it.