Good Things on Mondays

My friend Catherine had an idea this morning: use Mondays as a day to remember and look forward to Good Things. As one of the many who has a normal workday Monday, I want to implement this idea. Even if I can't come up with something to write every Monday, I want to at least make a mental list.

Right after reading Catherine's post, I came up with my own mini-list:

• Dancing barefoot with the pug to hits from the '40s. She thinks the samba is foot-tag.

• Flowers and leaves EVERYWHERE! Spring has splashed itself on every single plant right now. Stunning.

• Liturgy. I'm getting some of the tunes memorized, so I can think about the words while I'm singing instead of focusing on hitting the right notes. And the words are good.

• Ideas. My head's full of them, and I like that.

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Idea: read at least three short stories each week.

Idea: find a book of Mary Oliver's poetry, and read a poem before sleep each night.

Idea: get kombucha going by Mother's Day.

Idea: continue editing my list of science fiction to read, making it useful for deciding both if and how I could design a Master's program I'd love.
  SubIdea: religious ideas seem rare in sci-fi. But is this a good thing? Is it merely a sign of our cultural divide between religion and science, or does it also serve to increase their opposition? 
  SubIdea: if sci-fi tends to function as a questioner of the status quo, would/should the role of religion in sci-fi be different now than it was in, say the 1950s?

Idea: form some sort of structure that will a) ask me to write, and b) hold me accountable to some form of regular sentence-making. 
  SubIdea: try to post weekly here?
  SubIdea: create a new space (wordpress?), and share it with those who will read it, and call me to task if I write nothing. 
  SubIdea: but what do I want to write? To get going, I think I need a trigger, something to trampoline the ideas out of my half-consciousness.

Idea: find a time-machine, and go back to the 1800s to listen to George Eliot and her friends converse.

Idea: dance in my room more often. To this end, put more music on my computer. And let the pug in more often.

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It's Monday, and it's often hard to be with Mondays. But my Monday evenings are usually mine alone, and it's not Monday's fault it got stuck at the beginning of the work-week. I want to start out the week well, with gratitude, with rest, with fun, with a good dinner.

What will this week bring? I'm not sure. Probably some of it will be frustrating. Some of it will be beautiful. Some of it will be side-splitting laughter. Some of it will be poetry. Some of it will be music.

But Spring is here at last. And somehow that makes everything alright.