you know, sometimes the sheer silliness of it all makes me laugh. it does not take that much to make me happy. really. and when i’m coming up out of a funk, i think about that and i have to laugh. why is it that when you’re in a funk, the last thing you think about is how little it would take to make you happy? i begin to think there’s some kind of logical/mental shutdown that gets in the way.
but yes, really, very little indeed. in this case, a bottle of starbucks vanilla coffee, a bag of powdered donuts, a gallon of milk, a case of dr pepper, and a bottle of hershey’s syrup.
i know, i know, that sounds like a binge list. it isn’t. i feed the donuts to the bird, i drink the vanilla coffee, the dr pepper is for the week, and the hershey’s and milk go together in a small glass before bed each night.
nothing like feeding birds to cheer you up, i swear. they get all excited. heh. it’s fun to watch them all hungry and jumpy going after the little bits of donut. they turn their heads and look at you and those little glossy black eyes are beautiful. i wish i could say i knew they had feelings like we do, but i suppose they’re just saying to themselves, ‘she’s not moving closer, is she? where’s that… oh… there it is… (snap)’
i prefer to say they’re happy. i mean, it makes sense, right? aren’t you happy when you get to eat? or are you one of those people who don’t really think about it, it’s just something you have to do?
i’m tempted to go on a tangent about that. i resist. barely. hah.
i used to feed the birds around the house i once had fairly regularly. and i always liked tossing french fries to the birds around the fast food joints. even after i stopped eating at those places, i’d still stop now and then and buy fries just to feed the birds that gather around there.
they learn fast, those birds. it took the ones where i used to live about two weeks to figure out people dropped edible stuff in that parking lot. after a while, you could just about call a hitchcockian horror with a jumbo sized order of fries.
now that i think about it, it was the same in florida. except there, you had gulls and the regular birds in the neighborhood made it pretty clear that gulls were nothing to mess with…. only took one to settle on ground and the others would just give up. heh.
eh. i will admit i had one donut. i can’t eat more than one, though. the sugar puts me to sleep. but man, powdered sugar is delicious when you can only have one.
like i said, doesn’t take much to make me happy. now if i could just remember that when i’m not. one thing at a time, i reckon.