Every day is pretty good when you have a place to live ...

 

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.

M. Ward – Never Had Nobody Like You (Live on Letterman) from Donaat Dieryck on Vimeo.

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.