It's small and it's simplistic, but maybe for the time you are compiling your list, you'll forget about the bad going on and focus on something good.
1. 100 Demons 17 arrived last night. Forgot that I've read the first two stories in Nemuki-- in the March and May '07 issues of Nemuki. The mills of Nemuki grind slowly but they grind exceeding fine. But the third story is another Grandfather one.
2. The Japanese have a word for a snow storm of cherry blossoms- 桜吹雪. They need one for a heavy rain of autumn leaves, except that rain isn't (usually) brown or yellow. Whatever, we had a 紅葉大雨 (kouyou ooame) on Tuesday out in the toddler yard, to the toddlers' shrieking delight. 'And thick on Severn strow the leaves.'
3. I have a cooked turkey (rare) and I have white bread (rarer) and I have bacon (reckless extravagance) and I have tomatoes (still) and I have no gall bladder. *This* year I get to have clubhouse sandwiches.
4. Darth Vader sits at the bottom of my garden. Darth Vader is a huge plastic composter into which I drop my nama gomi (can never remember what that is in English: biodegradable waste? kitchen scraps? food?) and my s-i-l drops her garden cuttings. The garden cuttings don't break down nearly as fast as my nama gomi and neither of us bothers to go out and stir it, much less check temperature readings. Thus most of the nutrients run out into the surrounding soil, along with any seeds that might be mixed in. This is why the bottom of the garden is overgrown with a humoungous vine that sometimes produces yellow flowers which the wildlife then eat. But not always. On Sunday the Vine at the Bottom of the Garden produced a single perfect yellow zucchini.
5. In spite of the fact that I've only watched two Dr. Who episodes in my life, I dreamed the other day that one of my suave and beautiful middle-aged French cousins (who doesn't exist in RL) told me that his daughter was the Doctor's current Companion.
6. Also at the bottom of the garden is a children's swimming pool, no longer needed for the s-i-l's grandchildren (the oldest of whom voted on Tuesday, eheu fugaces.) S-i-l filled it with soil last spring and planted dwarf tomatoes and anemones. The tomato plants still produce little red balls of tastiness that I pick off from time to time.
7. There is another Hasui sky outside my window.
8. Natsume Soseki's Ten Nights of Dream arrived with 100 Demons. Assuming that all the stories in the book were the aforementioned dreams, I happily plunged into the first one about his disciple bugging him to buy a bird. In fact it's a totally separate story, but it might as well be a dream-- Soseki's disciple bursting in repeatedly saying Sensei, please please, you should have a bird, do buy a bird! and Soseki just sitting there with his chin on his palm saying Go buy one then. (Flow strikes: the bird in question is the same kind the 100 Demons mangaka keeps.)
9. President's Choice (Loblaw's house brand, source of much giggles for its acronym) Meringue Nests have only 60 calories each. To have a regular source of meringue is heaven; to have them at 60 calories each and 120 if I'm piggy is heaven squared.
10. The local Italian supermarket is going upscale, about which I'm ambivalent. I liked the homey neighbourhood fluorescent-lights-and-mirrors / fifteen varieties of Italian cheese feel of the place. Are Dufflet cakes really a necessity? (Besides, then I buy Dufflet cakes.) But they're also going majorly green and now stock a Canadian-made lime and lavender essential oil liquid soap. (Very annoying webpage, but great soap.)