Last Christmas I visited lightspeedgranny (well, I guess it’s soundspeedgranny now) in her new home, for the first time. She lives in a bungalow in the country with seven other elderly ladies. They pay people to clean the house and cook their meals, and several times a week they go out to play bingo, or visit something. The rest of the time they tell jokes and play cards.

And I thought, you know, that’s not a bad life. If I can live out my older days playing games and hanging out with friends, I’ll be happy.

This weekend I came close. Friday I got a haircut, took Comet for a long walk, played with the Eye Toy T got me, went to see Spider-Man 2.

Saturday, played a video game, then went rollerblading with friends, then went to a birthday party. Sunday, went to a friend’s cottage where we pedaloed and got Comet accustomed to swimming. In the evening we rented a movie.

Someone once told me that true happiness comes not from achieving great lofty goals, but rather from filling your days with a multitude of little happy moments. Like lightspeedgranny does.