Blueberry Cheer

Each morning I wake up deciding I'm going to be happy today. So far, I've not been highly successful.

I stayed up late last night reading Pollyanna - you know, the children's book by Eleanor H. Porter, which was also made into a movie. It made me quite cheerful (and tearful!), and I slept well. This morning, however, I was up early to head into Glasgow for a funeral. The funeral was really sad, one of the saddest I've been to.

I came home feeling down but not depressed. Scott was already away for his LAN party ('Losers And Nerds' party as Cheryl aptly puts it), so I had the house to myself. I wasn't really sure what I was going to do with myself all evening, but I was happy to have the quiet and solitude of an empty house. Our overhead lighting in the living room is acting up right now, so we only have lamplight. During the day, with the blinds up, it was fine, but now its dark and moody. I like it.

I read for a little while (I'm now rereading In the Face of God (Michael Horton)), then decided I was hungry. I've been craving blueberry muffins, but Scott has the car so I couldn't pop into town to get a mix. I considered making cookies or pudding because I have all the ingredients to make those from scratch when it occurred to me I surely had the ingredients for blueberry muffins too! So I googled a recipe and found this. When the recipe's author titled them 'To Die For Blueberry Muffins', she wasn't just tooting her own horn! They really are to die for.

I've already eaten two. I am afraid I'll eat the rest. So I'm taking them to a friend's house tonight to pass them around and get rid of the glorious temptation. I'll get picked up in about an hour and a half for a 'girlie' night, where we gaming widows will congregate to complain about how much time our husbands spend playing computer games. It ought to be a good laugh.

(However, speaking of computer games, I shouldn't make too much fun at this time. When Scott was testing the expansion of World of Warcraft - yes, my husband is so 1337, he was one of the testers - he showed me the new features for creating characters, and for fun, I created a total hottie character I named 'Sexy Smith'. In order to 'bond' with Scott - because if you can't beat 'em, join 'em - I created a real character in the game and had Scott show me how to play him. I've actually leveled up 'Smithe' (all forms of Sexy Smith were taken, oddly enough), the Blood Elf paladin, to Level 8 and have enjoyed it. Smithe is a blacksmith and a miner, but most importantly, he's totally hott. Soul-patch and everything.)

Anyway, so back to the main point, I've had a good day so far, in spite of the funeral. Quiet and solitude can be quite healing to the soul, or something like that. And when you add homemade blueberry muffins, you can't help but be a little bit more cheerful.