At that moment, the day is my bitch and it is going to be a good one.

Today, a garage door made my day.  I was insistent that the day would be good..this was a good day!  (God dammit!)

About the garage door--Ching left it open last night.  Not particularly pleased about that oversight since we have that issue with squirrels and then there is that family of turkeys..but I let it go.  Ching is dropping off both girls so as I am finishing up getting ready for work.  I can hear him moving things in the garage (?)  And then the inevitable "Juuuuuuude" yell up the stairs.  Ching tells me that the garage door is broken..he will call someone when he is at work to fix it.  Not a big deal..we make nicey- nice and wish each other a good day.  As I am ready to go to work, I look at the garage door.  I know the problem and the door is not broken.  There is a container of grass seed too close to a "door sensor" causing the door not to budge.  I move the container and I solve the problem.  At that moment, the day is my bitch and it is going to be a good one.

There are so many things that try to get into the way of my good day:
Commencement day with regular morning traffic? Nope!
Creepy weird guy in the cafe..that saps my time because he can't make change?  Don't think so!
The guy that gets on the elevator on the 2nd floor to go to the 3rd floor?  You know there are stairs for that. But that's okay..look away JCW!
My main woman that owns spinning on Friday at 1:00--she is vacation.  That's okay..get on the treadmill and run a hill for 10 minutes more.  Big fist pump!
And then a conference call with a guy that could make a cup of espresso go to sleep?  This call when for a hour and 9 minutes.  JCW..you are better than that!  No epidural..you gave birth sans drugs.

As I am leaving work, I am still willing the day to be a good one.  I am going to a "Taste of the World" potluck with Laurel's after school program.  Holy Christ..I don't want to go. (Really on a Friday?) But the sun is shining...I get there and Rachel runs to me without abandon.  I watch Laurel do an Indian dance with ankle bells and bindi.  She sees me prior to the dance and waves with such pride, excited that she sees me.

Garage door..bizarre..a mood that was good all day..Thank You.