Little Pleasures

When this blog first started in 2007 (!!!!) it lasted only two editions. One of the (two) posts talked about the little pleasures in life. Without re-reading it, I think the gist of it was that life is measured not in the big things that happen - although given my current predicament, I'd be a fool not to think they had an effect - but in the aggregation of smaller things. As we trundle through life, things happen; a stubbed toe (-1), a lovely sunrise (+1), seeing a plane on the runway above your head as you cycle to work (+1), falling off your bike the day before your holiday and ending up in A&E because you looked back to see the plane on the runway above your head as you cycle to work (-3).

I'm sure you see. The knack is to ensure that the sum total of the positives are greater than those of the negatives. Sometimes you need a knack of seeing something optimistic in a less than optimistic situation to 'spin' the figures.

One of the (really) small pleasures I get is when I see a sign with the name of somebody I know. The closer they are to me the greater the frisson. So every time I see Curzon Mews on my regular cycle route (Mr Curzon is a work colleague and friend) and have a nice smile.

But when this happens:

Ding, ding, ding.

This lovely little thoroughfare is in Monton, near Salford. We were paying a visit as Caitlin and Andy have been checking out the property market. It's close enough to Salford Quays for an occasional walk to work.

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Gratuitous kitten shot of the day

What can be cuter that two kittens in a basket? The reality is that Boo was the victim on an assault by Poussey. He was quite happily chasing his own tail, when she launched an unprovoked attack on him having sneaked up while he was otherwise engaged. Awwwww, sooo cute.

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Hat of the Day

As you now know, I only bring you a 'hat of the day' feature when there really is something exciting to share I've actually worn one.

Oakland Athletics. If you've been paying attention, you'll know that the Athletics started out life in Philadelphia before moving to Kansas City in 1955, and then on again to Oakland in 1968. The team owner/manager for the first 50 (!) years of its existence was a guy called Connie Mack. Actually he was called Cornelius McGillicuddy, but you can see why he was happy to have a slightly nippier day-to-day name.

I've never been farther west than Phoenix, AZ, and I'm pretty certain I haven't seen the A's at their Spring Training home in Mesa, AZ, so this hat was bought for me by my good friend Phil. he HAS been farther west than Phoenix and in fact has been to the Oakland Coliseum to see a game.

Thanks mate.