The Good Life

Oh, this has gotta be the good life

this has gotta be the good life

this could really be a good life, good life.

~ song by OneRepublic

My son loves this song and

plays it, often while in his room,

digging into his homework.

And this mom has to smile

at his 12-nearly-13 croaky voice

belting out these words.

I'm glad he sings.

I'm glad he feels he has a

good, good life.

I'm happy that it is a sunny 

Thursday morning as I write and he 

and his sister are home with me 

for a two-day fall school break.

There was frost on the ground

when I took Gracie out first thing

this morning.  Frost on the pumpkins,

I declared as she sniffed the ground.

Except we don't have any pumpkins,

{outdoors} yet.  I am one of those

hold outs that doesn't get pumpkins

for the front steps until it's closer 

to the big night.

Frost means it's close enough.

At our house, that big night is

preceded by another big night,

which is my son's birthday.  No

matter what the festivities entail,

October 30th is always capped 

off with pumpkin carving.

I hope that ritual will always  

be a part of his good, good life.

It's almost noon and we are

still slogging around in our pj's,

 thinking ahead to the evening and

what movies are on at the theater.

If my son didn't have a guitar

lesson this afternoon and if we

didn't need milk, eggs and

bananas from the store, I'd be

happy to hunker down right

where we are for the day.

But my boy needs his guitar

lesson to learn his songs and the

 bigger boy {aka Mr. Privet}

needs his bananas, so off we

will go.

If this is what that older

crooner, Tony Bennett, meant

by his song The Good Life,

then I'll take it.

What are you up to this

weekend in your own

good

good

life?

xx

Suzanne

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