Discussion Thread: Good Things

One of the ways we resist the demoralization and despair in which exploiters of fear like Trump thrive is to keep talking about the good things in our lives.

Because, even though it feels very much (and rightly so) like we are losing so many things we value, there are still daily moments of joy or achievement or love or empowering ferocity or other kinds of fulfillment.

Maybe you've experienced something big worth celebrating; maybe you've just had a precious moment of contentment; maybe getting out of bed this morning was a success worthy of mention.

News items worth celebrating are also welcome.

So, whatever you have to share that's good, here's a place to do it.

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Well, the end of last year was kind of shit around Shakes Manor. Right after having to replace our washer and dryer, the tub in our upstairs bathroom sprung a leak and caused water damage in the laundry room; our HVAC controls crapped out; our dishwasher started making an ungodly noise; the Subaru took a hit; the Ford died while sitting in the garage; and I ended the year by falling down the stairs and injuring my hand.

Obviously, none of that constituted good things, lol! But when shit happens, there's nothing to be done except find your way through it. And just starting to solve all the problems piece by piece has significantly lessened my feeling overwhelmed, which is itself a good thing.

The plumber and HVAC specialist came today to deal with the leak and the heating. We've got a hole in the laundry room ceiling we need to repair, but there was fortunately no damage to the subfloor and the leak is now (hopefully!) fixed. The HVAC problem is halfway fixed; he'll come back next week to tackle that part, after we had a productive discussion about how to attack the complex issue causing the failure.

It was the first time he's done work for us, and I felt really comfortable with him — which, after my last experience with a plumber in my home, was extraordinarily welcome and a very good thing indeed!

The dishwasher is still working, even though it's on its last legs. A respite there, even if brief, is a good thing.

We've got an appointment scheduled to have the Subaru evaluated, and we have a plan to deal with the dead Ford in the garage. Just getting on the road (no pun intended) to addressing repairs feels good.

And my staircase aches are clearing up and my injured hand is on the mend, which is all good, too. Huzzah!

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