Getting busy getting blissy.

Dear friends,

For me, Saturday equals bliss. And this Saturday was as blissy as they get. And it was full. It was blissy-full, to coin a term that will never catch on but I’m going to put it out there anyway.

I started my day with . . . wait for it . . . a RUN! I’ve been such a couch potato for the last 60 days, which probably explains why a blue moon has been orbiting my world. So, inspired by Phoo-D’s comment on yesterday’s post, I conveniently selected the coldest day of winter so far (11 degrees with a 15-20 mph wind) to get off my butt and hit the road for 4 1/2 miles. My dogs Ed (Golden Retriever) and Frito (Chihuahua) went with me. Frito, with his short legs and meager coat, said to-heck-with-it about a mile in and went home. But Ed, who’s kind of a show-off, stuck with me the whole way. I’m pretty sure when we got home he teased Frito unmercifully.

Next I had a phone conference about work matters. We’ll just pretend that didn’t happen, okay, because discussing budget problems on a Saturday morning is not really blissy, now is it? And, honestly, it should be outlawed in the name of all that’s good and right for the world.

Then I drove to town to pick up a few things, including a pit-stop for craft items. I’m in the midst of unpacking my paper crafting supplies and setting up a work space. I’ve got a little idea percolating in my brain that’s part art (read: joy) and part friendship (read: gratitude) and I needed a few more things to get it kicked off. I also grocery shopped for a special Valentine’s dinner tomorrow night.

I came home and spent an hour or so puttering in my dish pantry, trying out various table settings for tomorrow night’s dinner. I think I settled on this one.

I wrote a long letter to an old friend back home. I’m going to enclose it in a Valentine and hope it gives her a much-needed boost. She’s been having a hard time the last few weeks and I wish I could give her a hug.

I read a decorating magazine that came in the mail, but I fell asleep before I finished it. I napped for two hours because, well, probably because I ran for the first time in a month. I slept so hard I woke up not knowing what day it was. Fortunately, I quickly remembered it was Saturday and immediately got my bliss back on.

I made lemon curd for two cakes I’m planning to bake on Sunday — one for my family and one for my colleagues who deserve a celebration for reaching a goal. Go team!

I watched a television special about Soul Train with Mr. Mom and Parker. I told Parker I used to dress and dance exactly like the Soul Train dancers but he didn’t believe me. Then I told him I’m still in love with Tina Turner and he left the room.

I perused a few more of my rescued computer files and found two things that made my heart sing: a recipe for something so inredibly good I’m making it tomorrow (and can’t wait to tell you about it next week), and this photo of my daughter and her (at the time) brand new puppy, Sweatpea.

Sweatpea was Kate’s 13th birthday present. Kate turns 19 next month.  Notice I’m keeping my blissy face on. Your advice after this post really helped.

Your advice always helps. Which is why I got busy getting blissy. Hey! There’s a new phrase that could change your world: get busy getting blissy. You’re welcome.

With gratitude {for friends who actually show up to read about my Saturday silliness},

Joan, who, in all seriousness, wanted to be an etymologist until she realized it was against union rules to make up new words


  1. Joan, I love reading all your writings! I remember the “homemade” Valentine you sent me in a time that I needed a pick me up several years ago. Hope you, Doug and the kids are doing great. Happy Early Valentine’s Dinner and thanks for my new “busy being blissy ” phrase…I am going to do that TODAY 🙂 Nancy

  2. I happen to love bliss-fully. It makes me think of this….
    Maybe with your new plethora of paper, you might just make one of your own.
    You have no idea how impressed I am that you ran.
    I coached two junior high basketball games yesterday and I also had to take a nap.
    Not quite the same I know.

  3. What a wonderful day you had!
    You inspire ME to get out and get moving again. I’ve been using school as an excuse but that tactic is working against me.
    I can’t wait to hear about your Valentine’s dinner.

  4. The author. says:

    Nancy, I’m regretting that I ever gave up the homemade Valentines. I have heard from so many friends that they were deeply appreciative (and folks have saved them!). I’m promising to do that again next year.
    Dana, I LOVE that. Once I get my crafting area set up, I’ll be using that idea as fodder for a collage.
    Jennifer, I have let everything conspire against me since I moved. Whereas I used to run five times a week, I haven’t even run five times a month for several months. And it’s showing in my waistline. I’m done with sloth. Yesterday was my turning point. When I found my lost essay, it was a vivid reminder of how much joy I get from running. Must.Do.It.

  5. Home made Valentines are so much fun. The holiday lends itself so wonderfully to art from the heart.

    I am so pleased for you that whatever you are doing (and/or not doing) is bringing you bliss. Every person has their own formulation to discover and once that is done, it remains up to us to implement what we know about ourselves consistently in ways that build in for positive outcomes. You were understandably distracted for a while but it certainly sounds like you are back on track (literally and otherwise) for a run of happy(er) days! Laurel wreaths all ’round.

  6. Hooray for getting out there! Nothing helps my mood more than exercise. In fact it has gotten to be so predictable that if I am crabby at the end of the day Mr. B will ask, “Did you exercise today?” Your table setting is so gorgeous! I am forever in awe of your dish pantry. The variations and beauty coming from those shelves seems to be endless! I think you could easily have a second career as a prop stylist for food photography shoots. =)

  7. Glad to read you are unpacking your atelier!

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