I always wanted to be a curmudgeon when I got in my 80's. So here I am, trying to scowl, grumble, bitch and moan.
The world is too wonderful. Sun drenched snow on the outside, warm and cosy inside.
Over the years I would tell Vera, "Life is good!" But I haven't felt that way since Vera left in 2011.
Then last night, after Skyping with my son, martini in hand, fixing dinner (grilled boneless pork chop, baked sweet potato and salad) that thought crept into my head, rattled around some and I had to say it out loud,
"Life Is Good!"